A Warrior's Desire
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or anything else that I don't own in this story.
A/N: Sorry for any OOC-ness.
Chapter 1: The Dance
Talim sat on the platform of the biggest windmill in the Village of the Wind Deity in Southeast Asia. She stood and walked to the edge of the platform so that she could look over the village. She loved this little place, where she had been raised. Granted, she had a nice life, being the daughter of a high standing and respectable shaman. As a child, she had always wanted to become the High Priestess of the village and now she was well on her way to becoming one. In fact, her promotion ceremony would be in a few days. She smiled at the thought.
Talim had loved the thought of being a Priestess and had centered her life around it. When she was first taught how to do a ritual dance with the tonfas, she couldn't believe the feeling she had when she danced. She wasn't just dancing for the ritual, she was dancing for her. Talim could feel the Wind guiding her and the Earth's rhythm beating under her feet, keeping time to her dance and the Wind's song.
Now, she studied the newest elbow blades that she held in her hands. She loved this type of weapon because they were so much like her ritual tonfas, and their training went hand-in-hand. This was her favorite pair yet. They were Double Crescent Blades, two curved, blue-green, short swords, sharpened and balanced to perfection. She held one balanced on her finger at the start of the blade. The words of her father echoed through her head.
"The tang is nearly full width of the blade. They blessed by your Predecessor and they will serve you well. Use them wisely and let the wind guide you in your battles." Talim smiled as she began to dance.
Yunsung watched her dance on the platform from the ladder he stood on. Her graceful movements were cat-like and beautiful. She was a goddess. She twirled and jumped in the quickly approaching twilight. He wanted her now more than ever. It wasn't just a physical attraction, her loved her mind, soul, her existence, and the very ground she walked on. She was the perfect combination of beauty, energy, power, and intelligence. He jumped onto the platform and joined the dance.
At first, Talim was surprised when Yunsung turned her dance into a battle by countering her dance moves with his own fighting moves. She quickly changed her stance from graceful dancing to fearless fighting. She countered his every move with a perfect one of her own. He may have strength to overpower her but she had always been the faster one when it came to fighting.
Talim crouched down and swung her leg towards Yunsung's ankles. In a half-second, her attack hit and he was on the ground. She kneeled over his chest and held the blade of her right-hand weapon to his throat. She smiled at him, a smile that showed no matter how many hardships that they had been through, together and apart, they would always be best friends, and maybe more, someday. He smiled back.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or anything else that I don't own in this story.
A/N: Sorry for any OOC-ness.
Chapter 1: The Dance
Talim sat on the platform of the biggest windmill in the Village of the Wind Deity in Southeast Asia. She stood and walked to the edge of the platform so that she could look over the village. She loved this little place, where she had been raised. Granted, she had a nice life, being the daughter of a high standing and respectable shaman. As a child, she had always wanted to become the High Priestess of the village and now she was well on her way to becoming one. In fact, her promotion ceremony would be in a few days. She smiled at the thought.
Talim had loved the thought of being a Priestess and had centered her life around it. When she was first taught how to do a ritual dance with the tonfas, she couldn't believe the feeling she had when she danced. She wasn't just dancing for the ritual, she was dancing for her. Talim could feel the Wind guiding her and the Earth's rhythm beating under her feet, keeping time to her dance and the Wind's song.
Now, she studied the newest elbow blades that she held in her hands. She loved this type of weapon because they were so much like her ritual tonfas, and their training went hand-in-hand. This was her favorite pair yet. They were Double Crescent Blades, two curved, blue-green, short swords, sharpened and balanced to perfection. She held one balanced on her finger at the start of the blade. The words of her father echoed through her head.
"The tang is nearly full width of the blade. They blessed by your Predecessor and they will serve you well. Use them wisely and let the wind guide you in your battles." Talim smiled as she began to dance.
Yunsung watched her dance on the platform from the ladder he stood on. Her graceful movements were cat-like and beautiful. She was a goddess. She twirled and jumped in the quickly approaching twilight. He wanted her now more than ever. It wasn't just a physical attraction, her loved her mind, soul, her existence, and the very ground she walked on. She was the perfect combination of beauty, energy, power, and intelligence. He jumped onto the platform and joined the dance.
At first, Talim was surprised when Yunsung turned her dance into a battle by countering her dance moves with his own fighting moves. She quickly changed her stance from graceful dancing to fearless fighting. She countered his every move with a perfect one of her own. He may have strength to overpower her but she had always been the faster one when it came to fighting.
Talim crouched down and swung her leg towards Yunsung's ankles. In a half-second, her attack hit and he was on the ground. She kneeled over his chest and held the blade of her right-hand weapon to his throat. She smiled at him, a smile that showed no matter how many hardships that they had been through, together and apart, they would always be best friends, and maybe more, someday. He smiled back.
