"Make ready the war tents!"
The blonde girl standing on a box in the middle of the small, frightened peasant town,
"Take up your arms, bear under your burdens, and prepare for war!"
A unit of her rebel troops were stationed among the crowd of ashen-faced villagers, and now they let out a resounding cheer, and took note of those who did not seem compliant. The villagers glanced at one another as she leapt down from the box and into the arms of a well dressed soldier. Their town had bourne up under drought and lack of supplies and support from King Treize, and now they were to bear under the threat of war too? They knew that Treize would have little pity for the rebels, and even less for those that housed them. Few of King Treize's soldiers bothered to stop to ask whether towns sympathized and gave refuge rebels or were taken over by them. The soldiers always came quickly though, too quickly for preparation. The crowds slowly began to disband, a dull, familiar lack of hope reflected in their faces. Two or three of the shops around her began to board their windows and doors.
From the corner of her eye, the would-be rebel general caught a man taking the sign from over his shop door and setting out the familiar hexagonal death-boxes that frequented her battlefields. She smiled a savage smile of satisfaction and ordered the well dressed soldier forward. Walking along the street she could see more people gathering supplies like nails and scraps of wood to deliver to the burial carpenter. She wondered if he doubled as a priest like the last unfortunate town carpenter. Of course, maybe that was because she had killed that town's priest before the fight.
She shrugged mentally, the thought making her laugh. Those King's soldiers' had been routed, fleeing like cowards, easily defeated. She expected it again. They knew nothing of tactics here on the outskirts of King Treize's kingdom. She ordered the soldier before her to stop and set her hands on her hips, standing squarely and examining the town around her.
She had just recently entered a different duchy, and it showed in the cobblestone streets and abundant roads. The houses were of wood and stone, a mix of the abundant forests before them and empty plains behind. They were painted with bright colors and well kept as well, with whitewashed crossboards under the jutting eaves. It was all so very much like a fancy clock or music box town, she almost expected the people to stop on the hour and turn circles where they were, bowing in little jerks and twitches to each other, like the glittering music box she had once...
She cut her features with a sharp frown and killed the thought like an unwanted runt. She narrowed her eyes as she stared hard at the neatly packed stones. This miniature kingdom would be no different from the rest. It would fall before like so many other things. Fall like a crumbling wall.
Soldiers rushed past, fortifying and preparing the town for the assault. A few of her soldiers were rougher than necessary with the people that gathered in groups to watch, but it bothered her more that they were wearing down their fighting energy,
"You!" She barked, pointing to the soldiers shoving a young man, "Stop that and find something worthy to do! Leave these people alone!"
The soldiers cowered like caught animals and scattered away as soon as her command released them. At least they obeyed her. She sniffed and walked to the well dressed soldier, imposing herself in his arms with a smile twisted into something more like the mishappen son of what it had been for a breif unwatched moment. He took her gladly, or at least unresistingly, wrapping his strong, if cold, arms around her. The people stared at her, some with gratitude, some with suspicious, ignorant, ambivalence. She ignored them, and motioned to a few of her soldiers, making sure the crowd was well occupied before indulging in a satisfied, ferocious smile to her lover. She twisted her hand around his ponytail and tugged playfully.
"We will win this one, no?"
His face betrayed nothing, staying blank, and his deep dark eyes shimmered in the crisp sunlight. The sun always seemed brighter and more acute when she was going into battle, she mused, before pulling herself closer to him, and smiling at his lack of display. The town would bear them for a while. Long enough to win her battle, and then she would leave it to its own devices. She was liberating the people, not providing for them. Treize's tyranny would end, and who would matter after that.
"Who, my beloved, who will matter after leave this town?"
She voiced her opinion to him. She smiled her wicked, sinister smile as he again did not respond, surveying the crowd for any who were being to watchful of the display. She let him hold her up and indulged herself further.
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Wee! I formatted it...added paragraphs and what not such as pleases the people. I guess I hadn't done as much work ont his one as I thought. You like? *evil grin* I bet you still can't guess who they are! I do like this part..even if it is a little creepy...
*shrug*
Have fun!
Kitten
The blonde girl standing on a box in the middle of the small, frightened peasant town,
"Take up your arms, bear under your burdens, and prepare for war!"
A unit of her rebel troops were stationed among the crowd of ashen-faced villagers, and now they let out a resounding cheer, and took note of those who did not seem compliant. The villagers glanced at one another as she leapt down from the box and into the arms of a well dressed soldier. Their town had bourne up under drought and lack of supplies and support from King Treize, and now they were to bear under the threat of war too? They knew that Treize would have little pity for the rebels, and even less for those that housed them. Few of King Treize's soldiers bothered to stop to ask whether towns sympathized and gave refuge rebels or were taken over by them. The soldiers always came quickly though, too quickly for preparation. The crowds slowly began to disband, a dull, familiar lack of hope reflected in their faces. Two or three of the shops around her began to board their windows and doors.
From the corner of her eye, the would-be rebel general caught a man taking the sign from over his shop door and setting out the familiar hexagonal death-boxes that frequented her battlefields. She smiled a savage smile of satisfaction and ordered the well dressed soldier forward. Walking along the street she could see more people gathering supplies like nails and scraps of wood to deliver to the burial carpenter. She wondered if he doubled as a priest like the last unfortunate town carpenter. Of course, maybe that was because she had killed that town's priest before the fight.
She shrugged mentally, the thought making her laugh. Those King's soldiers' had been routed, fleeing like cowards, easily defeated. She expected it again. They knew nothing of tactics here on the outskirts of King Treize's kingdom. She ordered the soldier before her to stop and set her hands on her hips, standing squarely and examining the town around her.
She had just recently entered a different duchy, and it showed in the cobblestone streets and abundant roads. The houses were of wood and stone, a mix of the abundant forests before them and empty plains behind. They were painted with bright colors and well kept as well, with whitewashed crossboards under the jutting eaves. It was all so very much like a fancy clock or music box town, she almost expected the people to stop on the hour and turn circles where they were, bowing in little jerks and twitches to each other, like the glittering music box she had once...
She cut her features with a sharp frown and killed the thought like an unwanted runt. She narrowed her eyes as she stared hard at the neatly packed stones. This miniature kingdom would be no different from the rest. It would fall before like so many other things. Fall like a crumbling wall.
Soldiers rushed past, fortifying and preparing the town for the assault. A few of her soldiers were rougher than necessary with the people that gathered in groups to watch, but it bothered her more that they were wearing down their fighting energy,
"You!" She barked, pointing to the soldiers shoving a young man, "Stop that and find something worthy to do! Leave these people alone!"
The soldiers cowered like caught animals and scattered away as soon as her command released them. At least they obeyed her. She sniffed and walked to the well dressed soldier, imposing herself in his arms with a smile twisted into something more like the mishappen son of what it had been for a breif unwatched moment. He took her gladly, or at least unresistingly, wrapping his strong, if cold, arms around her. The people stared at her, some with gratitude, some with suspicious, ignorant, ambivalence. She ignored them, and motioned to a few of her soldiers, making sure the crowd was well occupied before indulging in a satisfied, ferocious smile to her lover. She twisted her hand around his ponytail and tugged playfully.
"We will win this one, no?"
His face betrayed nothing, staying blank, and his deep dark eyes shimmered in the crisp sunlight. The sun always seemed brighter and more acute when she was going into battle, she mused, before pulling herself closer to him, and smiling at his lack of display. The town would bear them for a while. Long enough to win her battle, and then she would leave it to its own devices. She was liberating the people, not providing for them. Treize's tyranny would end, and who would matter after that.
"Who, my beloved, who will matter after leave this town?"
She voiced her opinion to him. She smiled her wicked, sinister smile as he again did not respond, surveying the crowd for any who were being to watchful of the display. She let him hold her up and indulged herself further.
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Wee! I formatted it...added paragraphs and what not such as pleases the people. I guess I hadn't done as much work ont his one as I thought. You like? *evil grin* I bet you still can't guess who they are! I do like this part..even if it is a little creepy...
*shrug*
Have fun!
Kitten