Disclaimer: Not mine they are PTerry's though I wouldn't mind owning them. Places naughty thoughts in coffee tin for later use
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Monstrous Regiment
Pairing: Maladict/Polly
Authors Note: This is un-beta read. This story was created using word of the day. Constructive criticism is welcome. So are flames for that matter. It at least means you care.
Puissant
In the midst of war there are many things that seem puissant. The army though doesn't really count as one of them at least not in Borogravia. We have fought far too many wars for that. Maybe once we could have been considered powerful, strong, and mighty but like Nuggan that day is long gone. Now we get by on cunning, creativeness, and socks. There is one thing though in the Borogravian army that certainly is rather puissant or more appropriately one Corporal which answers to the name of Maladict. Sauvé and debonair and never scruffy no Maladict is déshabille but Maladict is also puissant. Maladict is powerful, as are all vampires in a number of ways one of which is the fact that she could easily buy and sell most of Borogravia though she spends most of her funds these days on coffee. Maladict is strong, she could easily tear off a man's head and has done so but she also can carry me up stairs to our current quarters in a seedy inn. Maladict is also mighty with words, with sword, with body, and with her heart. Her most mighty deed though is standing up to society not only by being a black ribboner or even a cross dresser but by openly having a relationship with me. She is my vampire and I can honestly say that though her socks are made of wool and not flesh she is definitely the most puissant thing is this whole war. At least in the opinion of a humble sergeant who bears hand me down sabers and a pair of neatly rolled socks myself.