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I wrote this earlier this evening. Before Keiarra was my rpc, she was a character in my writing(or more daydreams becouse I never really wrote down my ideas.) I've even thought about writing a novel! But, ofcourse, I don't just sit down and write a chapter whenever I feel like it, I write small bits and peices of a story when I have an idea. So here is one of those "fragments" of a story, if you will. Enjoy! And I really want comments on this. I need suggestions and such so I can improve my writing!
Keiarra's eyes opened slowly as she woke. She flipped onto her back, stretching her arms and legs. It's
finally nightfall! She thought to herself, supressing a yawn. Her head lifted as she observed her surroundings. She was in a small, abandoned hut. There was dust everywhere, and there were vines covering the walls. She figured no one must have lived there for years, and had settled down comfortably.
There were no people, no noises, no disruptions. Just the way Keiarra liked it. No matter how many battles she fought, no matter how much she traveled, it couldn't be said that Keiarra didn't enjoy peace and quiet.
She sat up as hunger clawed at her. Maybe no humans is a bad thing. Where do I go to eat? Straightening her dress and flattening her long, crimson hair, she lifted herself off the floor and walked over to the front door. She placed a hand on the handle and opened it. The hinges made an errie creak as she pushed it open cuatiosly. She stuck her head outside, looking up at the sky. A cresent moon shined down at her as the stars seemed to wink at her arrival back to her home, the night. Crickets sounded in the distance, welcoming the arrival of their fellows. She stepped outside slowly, stretching her legs with every step. She shut the door rather roughly and procceeded into the forest.
Her dress wisped around her ankles as a light breeze flowed across it. She flipped her head to clear her face of hair. She made no sound as she wandered through the forest. She weaved in and out of the tree trunks with a beautiful grace. If watched she would have seemed to be gliding more than walking. Some would describe her as moving like flame itself, flexible and agile, but at the same time mysterious and unpredictable, all the time nearly addicting to watch.
She held her head high as her chest rose, drinking in the air. Her eyes widened at the scent of prey. She took in a few more deep breaths. "A hunter, I suspect. About...."She took another breath. "...fifteen, not of incredible strenth or wit. Easy prey. Almost too easy, but I tire of being hungry." She whispered quietly to herself, her lips barely moving. She turned east, toward her meal. She need not hide. She could easily outrun him, or even kill him from a distance. Like she had said. Easy.
The moon, with its little light, hid her perfectly. All that could be seen of her were her sparkling, emerald eyes. She could, however, see everything perfectly. Her eyes were perfect for seeing in the darkest of places. Nothing escaped her veiw. She crept up slowly, stalking him like a common hunter would stalk a deer. Her eyes seemed to grow a bit brighter as she leapt out of the bushes with unnatural strength and speed. She was so silent that the boy didn't even notice before she held him in her arms, and didn't try to struggle until her large, vampiric fangs were already buried into his neck. She drank deeply, eyes half closed and glazed over with pleasure. His blood was delicious. She could feel him struggle, but she was already halfway finished with him. He had no chance now. Though admittedly he never had. Keiarra was too powerful for any mere mortal. She was even more powerful than most vampires, having defeated many in battle. She had picked out her prey and nothing could stop her from carrying out the task. Her arms wrapped ever tighter around him. She could feel his life being extinguished as his struggling lessened. His eyes widened as he finally realized he was dead, then closed slowly for the final time. She released him,discarding him like an empty candy wrapper. She licked her lips contently, fangs protruding obscenely from her lips. "Nothing but mice to a tiger." She luaghed to herself, a cold, uncaring luagh. She truly didn't care. What was one less human anyway? She had her head bent, covering it in shadows. Her face had a look of one who cared for nothing, lived for nothing but herself. Numb to the world, she stared up at the moon as she continued to wander through the forest, hoping soon for something to do.
 keiarrachan · Thu Apr 19, 2007 @ 04:34am · 5 Comments |
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