Post by Kyrah Blake on Apr 21, 2010 19:39:05 GMT -6
((So, this is a romance between the two assassins. I'm not sure what's going to happen after she fights him, and he likes the style she uses to fight. So, he asks her to be his apprentice. After that, well, we'll go with the flow. I also need a Princess who's hopelessly in love with the male assassin, but very vain to herself. o.o))
“Why am I doing this?” Kiara sighed. She didn't rightly know why she was doing this, but here she was, doing it. She mumbled to herself as she hid herself behind a tree, she was tiny enough to fit behind it without being noticed. But, one simple wrong step and she was dead. She knew that, and she still took the risk.
That's the risk of being an assassin. She knew she'd die at any point.
She absolutely loved the fact of the fight, the game. But, the kill? She was uncomfortable with the kill. She knew so many knights, so many peasants who would die for the kill, they loved the pure thrill of killing and wanting them to beg for their lives. Sometimes she thought they were addicted to it. She thought it was unfair for innocence to die, but that's what the king wanted. The kill intrigued her, but she never went through with it.
Well, that's what she called herself, an assassin. The king sent her on this mission sort of thing to protect his daughter, his precious princess, the little stuck up girl that she was. Maybe the princess deserved this, falling in love with an assassin, though she didn't know it.
Of course, Kiara knew he was one. He was famous for his killings in his country, though she never thought of actually fighting him. Then again, she never intended on being a killer. All she wanted to do was become a knight, a female knight. But, the king didn't like that. It was too ‘unnatural' for a female to be a knight, to protect her land. The king was too much of a traditional king, too into having things ‘right' in the world where the man fought and the woman stayed home wondering if her husband, her son, her boyfriend, her anything made it out alive.
The king told her if she killed him, she could become what she wanted to for a while. All her training would pay off. All her acrobatics and her skills with a dagger, and a bow and arrow would be used well. He promised her a way to knight ship, if there's such a thing. She was more of a knight than any of the guys would ever notice. She's wanted to become one for a while, ever since her mother died when she was a young girl. Her father had been there when she was growing up, taught her to live and fend for herself, to use a dagger and any other weapon she knew how to yield. She had more dominance in her blood than nurturing.
Her pitch black cloak covered her body, covered her weapons, the hood up over her light auburn hair. Her bangs poured over her one eyes as she stared at her prey. Though, this was no ordinary prey. No, this was a human, a man. He stood by a waterfall, shirtless, bathing in it. This seemed too easy. She wanted a fair fight, not some pathetic fight behind trees and he didn't even notice what was coming. She closed her eyes, unclasping her cloak. She didn't need it if she was getting into a fight. She placed it behind the tree, and watched it fall to the ground.
It made a noise, it cracked a leaf. She hoped he didn't hear it. Or else she'd be dead before she knew it.
She was in simple attire, thick black stockings, boots, a long tunic, and a corset tightened loosely. She was used to fighting in her corset. However awkward other must think of it, she thought of it as comfortable for some reason. Her bow and arrows were strapped against her back, ha dagger sheathed on her belt, clearly visible, and two small daggers hidden in her boot.
Now, of course, who cares about that? Obviously not the assassin.
Her eyes stared directly at her target through the forest she was hiding in. Her bangs covered one eye as her hands went to her bow. She took it from around her upper body and held it facing down. She reached behing for a single arrow and placed it in the bow. She got it at the ready and flicked her bangs from her eey. Pulling the string back, she let it fly, the arrow spinning at her target.
She didn't know what happened, All she did was stand there, getting another arrow from the quiver. She breathed out steadily, slowly, holding her bow at the ready again. Pulling the string, she waited for the hidden attack from the male assassin.
It must be a shock to see a female trying to kill him...
“Why am I doing this?” Kiara sighed. She didn't rightly know why she was doing this, but here she was, doing it. She mumbled to herself as she hid herself behind a tree, she was tiny enough to fit behind it without being noticed. But, one simple wrong step and she was dead. She knew that, and she still took the risk.
That's the risk of being an assassin. She knew she'd die at any point.
She absolutely loved the fact of the fight, the game. But, the kill? She was uncomfortable with the kill. She knew so many knights, so many peasants who would die for the kill, they loved the pure thrill of killing and wanting them to beg for their lives. Sometimes she thought they were addicted to it. She thought it was unfair for innocence to die, but that's what the king wanted. The kill intrigued her, but she never went through with it.
Well, that's what she called herself, an assassin. The king sent her on this mission sort of thing to protect his daughter, his precious princess, the little stuck up girl that she was. Maybe the princess deserved this, falling in love with an assassin, though she didn't know it.
Of course, Kiara knew he was one. He was famous for his killings in his country, though she never thought of actually fighting him. Then again, she never intended on being a killer. All she wanted to do was become a knight, a female knight. But, the king didn't like that. It was too ‘unnatural' for a female to be a knight, to protect her land. The king was too much of a traditional king, too into having things ‘right' in the world where the man fought and the woman stayed home wondering if her husband, her son, her boyfriend, her anything made it out alive.
The king told her if she killed him, she could become what she wanted to for a while. All her training would pay off. All her acrobatics and her skills with a dagger, and a bow and arrow would be used well. He promised her a way to knight ship, if there's such a thing. She was more of a knight than any of the guys would ever notice. She's wanted to become one for a while, ever since her mother died when she was a young girl. Her father had been there when she was growing up, taught her to live and fend for herself, to use a dagger and any other weapon she knew how to yield. She had more dominance in her blood than nurturing.
Her pitch black cloak covered her body, covered her weapons, the hood up over her light auburn hair. Her bangs poured over her one eyes as she stared at her prey. Though, this was no ordinary prey. No, this was a human, a man. He stood by a waterfall, shirtless, bathing in it. This seemed too easy. She wanted a fair fight, not some pathetic fight behind trees and he didn't even notice what was coming. She closed her eyes, unclasping her cloak. She didn't need it if she was getting into a fight. She placed it behind the tree, and watched it fall to the ground.
It made a noise, it cracked a leaf. She hoped he didn't hear it. Or else she'd be dead before she knew it.
She was in simple attire, thick black stockings, boots, a long tunic, and a corset tightened loosely. She was used to fighting in her corset. However awkward other must think of it, she thought of it as comfortable for some reason. Her bow and arrows were strapped against her back, ha dagger sheathed on her belt, clearly visible, and two small daggers hidden in her boot.
Now, of course, who cares about that? Obviously not the assassin.
Her eyes stared directly at her target through the forest she was hiding in. Her bangs covered one eye as her hands went to her bow. She took it from around her upper body and held it facing down. She reached behing for a single arrow and placed it in the bow. She got it at the ready and flicked her bangs from her eey. Pulling the string back, she let it fly, the arrow spinning at her target.
She didn't know what happened, All she did was stand there, getting another arrow from the quiver. She breathed out steadily, slowly, holding her bow at the ready again. Pulling the string, she waited for the hidden attack from the male assassin.
It must be a shock to see a female trying to kill him...