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Ok, I've come out with a character bio for the main protagonist female in my story. Please feel free to say anything, I've been working on her for quite a while, and she's had such a change. I mean, it was a complete character and world overhaul. I want my story to be unique, and be warned, it isn't epic, but it's a long, and well thought out stat page.
Name: Kraya Anata "Aterya" Sidhin. Her name in kenning format is "Flower-maiden" "Consuming darkness" "Daughter of `Sidhut". Used very rarely is the full name "Anata Aterya" Which means "consuming claws of darkness", her assassin name.
From "our world" stand point, she likes to call herself Aña. (She thinks the tilde is a cute little accent)
Some have come to equate her with lady luck in my story; However, I chose her name long before I tried to find the meaning of her name.
You could say her name is derived from either
Ana - (Hebrew from Channah) - meaning 'favor' or 'grace'
Or Anath - Hebrew - 'Answer'.
But that's going a little far, because I chose the name off the top of my head.
(and this is doing nothing to dissuade me from agreeing on the collective unconcious mythology >.< it's really freaks me out, that concept.)
Height: 6'3"
Tall for a human, short for an elf (elves range from about 6'10" to 8'5" in height, 7'7" is the average… I’m trying to break away from the short-elf, or beautiful human with pointy ears stereotypes)
Age: over 12,000
Ears: about 4 inches long, shaped like a lanceolate-shaped leaf (like that of a willow leaf, long and pointed. can range from narrow to fat in width)
Hair: Wavy Black, which seemed to catch moonlight and spread it in all directions. knee-length, usually parted down the middle.
When an angel, her hair turns red, like her ancestors': fire dancer.
Wings: black, save for the bottom 3 feathers on each wing edge, they're red. Her feet wings are also red.
Eyes: Emerald Green, "fox type", they have a look to them that just says "I know more than you think I do"
When an angel, her eyes turn yellow, like her ancestors': fire dancer.
Weight: 185 lbs.
Body Type: Medium muscular build, and a tiny amount around the middle. Arms are slightly longer than a regular humans, where humans hands end about mid thigh, hers reach almost to her knees, like the rest of the elves.
Face type: her face is angular, with a bit of fat within her cheeks. Her nose is small. Her lips are medium, not small, but not full. She is pretty by human standards; however, the elves see her more "deformed" due to her scars, one in/near each eyebrow and small cuts and scars all over her body.
Complexion: her skin color is that of spanish/mexican/gypsy color. A warm color.
Species: Part Wood-elf and Light-elf (for lack of elf-species' names at the moment wood elves look like- Indians; light elves look like- Caucasians) and part `Mhina (lesser angel)
Mother - black straight hair, green eyes, 7'3" - the elf
Father - black curly hair (like that of old Grecian heroes), gray eyes, 7'10" - the angel
Clothes: It depends upon the occasion; she usually dresses in reds, browns, or greens, in a simple dress, or perhaps poofy pants, for lack of not using the word baggy. She does have nice dresses for occasions, a cat suit, and provocative outfits for luring men into a false state of security. (The Ayluras are like dryad/sirens of my world, and she is one.)
Speaking Style: She is short-spoken, to the point, not afraid to be blunt and speak the truth. She also likes to use big words because of her gigantic vocabulary, when playing head games with people. She says that only around 25 percent of a fight is physical, the rest is just head games and bluff calls.
General Demeanor: When crowed in a place with a bunch of men, she gets defensive, and will attack any man who thinks they can grab her with ill intent. When with people she likes, she puts on an air of sweetness, kindness, like a mother. Behind these masks, however, she lets her guard down only around a few people, because she is living a lie, and running from feelings she’s had since a child.
Career: She has her hands in the Alliance of Trades, mainly the thieves, assassins, bounty hunters, and mercenary guilds. The guilds she joined as a member, and not as a head are the Musicians, Artists, Jewelers, Poets and Dancing. Her main focus of ‘morally right’ study is genetics/pathology by degree. She also enjoys astrophysics, due to her friend's grandson, but complains that you can't tote nebulae around that easily, like viruses. She likes Pathology, because most of the people she tries to assassinate, expect a tangible poison, like a liquid poison, or powdered one within food. She reasons that it's harder to kill an enemy you cannot see.
The Thieves, Assassins, Bounty Hunters, and Mercenaries' Order all operate very closely, at the leadership level. You see, they all require cunning, weaponry, intelligence, as well as sheer force. They realized that the merchant, metalworkers, weaponsmiths, and other things they would need were pitting them against each other, so there was a fight between the first 4 guilds on who would lead the attack against their suppliers. Anata came in at the right time, and took care of what she needed so that she could keep them in check, which helps her with her main job as an angel.
Thieves' Order started with their boss becoming enamored (greedy)
Assassins because she is one (logical + wrath)
Bounty-hunters because they like money (greedy)
Mercenaries because they like succeeding (egotistical)
when they guilds work together, they all make more progress then the corruption and mess it once was
Musicians - Plays a flute, guitar type instrument, violin, harp and the drums
Artists - she likes sketching in pencil, and her favorite subject to draw is her lost love, Sanrist
Jewelers - she likes to make her own jewelry. Is famous for creating beautiful "knotworks" out of metal.
Poets - Goes along with her musicians skill, as she likes to set poems to music
Dancing - Being an Aylura, dancing is an essential skill. The Ayluras agree that what she lacks in elven looks, she makes up for with style and vivacity.
(Note, not ripping of discworld's use of guilds, formed story before I read the discworld novels, but I hate that someone else came up with idea first... *grumble* in process of revising, finding other words for guild, and trying not to rape the awesome canon of discworld. Rarg.)
Her job as an angel is to help get the universe on the right track of where it needs to be. You see, due to war between the angels, it spills over into the time of things hat need to be done, such as recording of history, and guiding of the future. She helps by causing change in the present, setting the future right, so that people can learn later from the history being made then. Basically one of the "three fates" idea. I see the angels as not just angels exclusive to the elves/whatnot, but as the avatars of the common ideals throughout almost all of mythology.
Prejudices: Men. They’ve been the ones to completely screw her over all of her life. Also, she does not like most of the other elven leaders, because of their differences in philosophy in regards to mortals. Also dislike of Light-Elves do to their "heads in the ground half the time, not caring to help the other children of god"
Hobbies: Painting, Composing, Metallurgy, Jewelry making. Also loves to read any “intelligently written” thing she can put her hands on.
Talents: Able to understand complex ideas, and use them to her advantage in battle. (theory of always check above you when you’re in a creepy situation). Able to logically plan out battle tactics. Excellent dancer, instrument player (guitar-like instrument and flute-type).
Good Qualities: Wise and intelligent. Serene disposition when around other people. Quiet and usually has her head in a book. Thinks before acting, and can think on her feet. Can lead if needed. Very motherly when someone is sick/hurt
Bad Qualities: Hot-headed. Tends to snap easily at mentions of certain topics. Violent if angered or drunk. Easily breaks down into tears over lost love. Head usually up in the clouds. Mostly a loner.
Abilities: Able to reach out with her psychic powers and identify shapes, objects, and people, and their minds. Able to make force fields. Able to enchant people to follow her will easily by certain movements. Convert into a mist like state. Shapeshift. Healing powers. Fire-based attacks
Disabilities: Blind. When walking for a great distance, or standing for long periods of time, she needs a cane of some sort, from a bad back. Her left leg easily breaks because of bones that did not heal correctly. Mist or Phantom like state is easily countered by an ice based attack. Weakened after too much magic use.
Other attributes: Intelligent in the areas of science and math, especially genetics. Able to transform into a `Mhina when the need calls for that strong of a defense/offense. Holder of the Fire Elemental Staff.
Inherent abilities of her species:
Elven: Able to talk to any animal, listen to the trees/waves/wind (depending on what type of elf) Able to sense the nature of someone (like if they had ill intent towards you) Able to see further towards the ultra-violet and infra-red range than humans. Able to pick up sounds on either side of the hertz range beyond humans as well (although not all of it). Able to move ears to pick up more sounds. Eyes glow in the dark like a cats.
`Mhina: Able to speak telepathically with one another. Usually resides in a “pure state” only creating a body to interact fully with physical beings. Required to have a 'master' angel, the `Mhina are like apprentices. 4 wings, 2 small ones on their feet, and 2 big ones on their back, they come in all colors (depending on the `Mhina) except for translucent-pearl-like and pure-white.
Special Titles: Elder from the line of Healers, Elder of the Aylura, Assistant to the weavers.
Special Items: her familiar, a black dragon. Fire Elemental Staff. Pendant of the healers, worn by her mother. Holds one of the stones of seasons. One sword made of white-blue metal. One sword made of black steel. Set of throwing daggers which are poisoned.
Close friends: Kreeti, Dh`rin, Jhe`mai, Jhe`se
Enemies: I have as of yet to finalize any names of the important enemies besides the devil himself, Ker`anat.
Other notes: Yes, it does seem like she's spread thin over what she does, but lemme give a basic timeline of her ages without revealing too much
5- father dies
14 - mother murdered
17 -meets and loses Sanrist, her love
150 - Aelvi (elves) leave earth
295 - Aelvi found their own planet, unable to be found by anyone but the Angels and Aelvi.
800 - Leaves Aelvi to escape and hone her psychic powers
820 - Leaves corporation helping her with her powers
820 - Offered position of Lesser Angel - She denies
1350 - Friend begs her to come back home
1365 - Completes Ph.D in Pathology
1397 - Ends up entangled in a civil war (on another planet)
1397 - Again offered position of Lesser Angel - Accepts
1900 - Training finished - begins helping Dh`rin.
2105 - "takes over" the Orders
*running around time, trying to get the past up to the present* - She takes breaks in between, and during that time she learns other things through avid reading. She likes a hands-on approach to learning.
12xxx (haven't decided exact age) - gets sent to earth to monitor Ker`anat's reawakening and the current war in the major city of Traeleon
- Running behind only 500 years in getting the present up to date. Started at around a combined back up of 74,819 years of all of the universe.
- Time travel helps, there's a point where 17 of her are in the same when. Only around 3000 years have past on earth, and she's aged faster than that. Dh`rin is the oldest of the angels due to his job as well, even though he wasn't the first created.
Sample Story: (Seth is a protagonist, and love-interest... later on)
"Why should I have you as a partner to the ball? You have done nothing but sneak around, trying to gather any information for your benefit, and if occasion should ever arise, against me. You are interested in me only as a political tool." Anata said, laying her lace-lined fan down upon the vanity.
"Being as such, would you rather go Azrion? or perhaps Llewin may do. They would be much better partners, for as you know for yourself that they treat women with respect." He said back to her, in the soft voice he always used at the beginning of their arguments, even though he had not won an argument yet.
"Don't start with me, Seth. You too readily assumed a subservient position to them, placing me upon a pedestal. I do not need you, but in fact it is you who need me.” She turned around and stared at him. “Again I ask; Why should I have you as my partner?”
He looked at her, trying to suppress his growing anger, not speaking for a moment. “Because, it would be beneficial to both of us for you to be seen with me.”
She laughed for a brief moment, and then spoke “How little you know of politics. It would be better for me to be by myself, so that the other Lords and Barons see me as vulnerable and easily accessible. If I were with you, you would be more of a hindrance than a help.”
He turned to stare out the window again, he could not attack her, he knew. It would ruin his chances of ever gaining her favor again. He wished he could smack her across her face, leave a bright red mark, showing that he would not take this attack on his self. His grip on the windowsill tightened as he tried harder and harder to repress all of the chaos that was raging inside of him. One part wishing to hurt her, the other wishing to give in and call her a partner, an equal. He heard a rustling sound behind him as she got up from her chair, and as she walked towards him.
She placed her gloved hand on his shoulder. “The ball is in five days. I’m sure that is ample time for an answer to be formed.”
They stood there for minutes, in that way, he looking out the window, with her standing behind him with a hand on his shoulder. She lifted her hand from his shoulder, and turned to go sit back down. He turned not a moment after and grabbed her so that she could not walk forward any further, her arms trapped behind her back. He got a whiff of her hair, that long, bewitching hair that she was so proud of. He was almost tempted to take a pair of scissors and cut off that which made so her effective, and yet, it was intoxicating him into complacency. He silently cursed her in his mind.
“Do not deny me this. I ask of you. If nothing else, let me be your partner to that ball.”
She struggled a bit, twisting and turning. “You enjoy this false sense of power that you think have over me, don’t you?”
“I know I have power over you, otherwise I would be unconscious right about now, wouldn’t I?” He spat. She had so eagerly told him and Azrion that she harmed any man that had ill-intent when grabbing her. So far he had not grabbed her in the places that other men did, but he knew he was pushing it a bit far.
She broke free and slapped him right across his face. “Don’t you dare grab me like that again! I’ve warned you plenty enough times after you’ve grabbed me, and I’m getting sick and tired of you doing that.”
He stood there in shock for a moment, before his rage returned, and he pushed past her towards the door. Opening it, he replied “See if I care whether they take advantage of you or not.” and slammed the door behind him, stomping down the stairs.
She ran over to the door, and opened it, screaming after him “See if I care whether they kill you!” and slammed the door closed again.
She sunk down against the wall, on to the floor, breaking down in tears. Why did it have to be this way? Where had all of the truly noble men gone? Why was she attracted to this one? He wasn’t abhorrent, but he was no gentleman, either. She had found out the simple facts about his life, but the one whom she knew that knew everything, was miles away, and the option that was close was more likely to tell her off in an obscene manner. As fate would have it, as she bestowed more and more luck upon others, she herself was growing steadily unluckier. She thought that it was not fate nor fortune that was a cruel mistress, but that love was the worst of them all.
Name: Kraya Anata "Aterya" Sidhin. Her name in kenning format is "Flower-maiden" "Consuming darkness" "Daughter of `Sidhut". Used very rarely is the full name "Anata Aterya" Which means "consuming claws of darkness", her assassin name.
From "our world" stand point, she likes to call herself Aña. (She thinks the tilde is a cute little accent)
Some have come to equate her with lady luck in my story; However, I chose her name long before I tried to find the meaning of her name.
You could say her name is derived from either
Ana - (Hebrew from Channah) - meaning 'favor' or 'grace'
Or Anath - Hebrew - 'Answer'.
But that's going a little far, because I chose the name off the top of my head.
(and this is doing nothing to dissuade me from agreeing on the collective unconcious mythology >.< it's really freaks me out, that concept.)
Height: 6'3"
Tall for a human, short for an elf (elves range from about 6'10" to 8'5" in height, 7'7" is the average… I’m trying to break away from the short-elf, or beautiful human with pointy ears stereotypes)
Age: over 12,000
Ears: about 4 inches long, shaped like a lanceolate-shaped leaf (like that of a willow leaf, long and pointed. can range from narrow to fat in width)
Hair: Wavy Black, which seemed to catch moonlight and spread it in all directions. knee-length, usually parted down the middle.
When an angel, her hair turns red, like her ancestors': fire dancer.
Wings: black, save for the bottom 3 feathers on each wing edge, they're red. Her feet wings are also red.
Eyes: Emerald Green, "fox type", they have a look to them that just says "I know more than you think I do"
When an angel, her eyes turn yellow, like her ancestors': fire dancer.
Weight: 185 lbs.
Body Type: Medium muscular build, and a tiny amount around the middle. Arms are slightly longer than a regular humans, where humans hands end about mid thigh, hers reach almost to her knees, like the rest of the elves.
Face type: her face is angular, with a bit of fat within her cheeks. Her nose is small. Her lips are medium, not small, but not full. She is pretty by human standards; however, the elves see her more "deformed" due to her scars, one in/near each eyebrow and small cuts and scars all over her body.
Complexion: her skin color is that of spanish/mexican/gypsy color. A warm color.
Species: Part Wood-elf and Light-elf (for lack of elf-species' names at the moment wood elves look like- Indians; light elves look like- Caucasians) and part `Mhina (lesser angel)
Mother - black straight hair, green eyes, 7'3" - the elf
Father - black curly hair (like that of old Grecian heroes), gray eyes, 7'10" - the angel
Clothes: It depends upon the occasion; she usually dresses in reds, browns, or greens, in a simple dress, or perhaps poofy pants, for lack of not using the word baggy. She does have nice dresses for occasions, a cat suit, and provocative outfits for luring men into a false state of security. (The Ayluras are like dryad/sirens of my world, and she is one.)
Speaking Style: She is short-spoken, to the point, not afraid to be blunt and speak the truth. She also likes to use big words because of her gigantic vocabulary, when playing head games with people. She says that only around 25 percent of a fight is physical, the rest is just head games and bluff calls.
General Demeanor: When crowed in a place with a bunch of men, she gets defensive, and will attack any man who thinks they can grab her with ill intent. When with people she likes, she puts on an air of sweetness, kindness, like a mother. Behind these masks, however, she lets her guard down only around a few people, because she is living a lie, and running from feelings she’s had since a child.
Career: She has her hands in the Alliance of Trades, mainly the thieves, assassins, bounty hunters, and mercenary guilds. The guilds she joined as a member, and not as a head are the Musicians, Artists, Jewelers, Poets and Dancing. Her main focus of ‘morally right’ study is genetics/pathology by degree. She also enjoys astrophysics, due to her friend's grandson, but complains that you can't tote nebulae around that easily, like viruses. She likes Pathology, because most of the people she tries to assassinate, expect a tangible poison, like a liquid poison, or powdered one within food. She reasons that it's harder to kill an enemy you cannot see.
The Thieves, Assassins, Bounty Hunters, and Mercenaries' Order all operate very closely, at the leadership level. You see, they all require cunning, weaponry, intelligence, as well as sheer force. They realized that the merchant, metalworkers, weaponsmiths, and other things they would need were pitting them against each other, so there was a fight between the first 4 guilds on who would lead the attack against their suppliers. Anata came in at the right time, and took care of what she needed so that she could keep them in check, which helps her with her main job as an angel.
Thieves' Order started with their boss becoming enamored (greedy)
Assassins because she is one (logical + wrath)
Bounty-hunters because they like money (greedy)
Mercenaries because they like succeeding (egotistical)
when they guilds work together, they all make more progress then the corruption and mess it once was
Musicians - Plays a flute, guitar type instrument, violin, harp and the drums
Artists - she likes sketching in pencil, and her favorite subject to draw is her lost love, Sanrist
Jewelers - she likes to make her own jewelry. Is famous for creating beautiful "knotworks" out of metal.
Poets - Goes along with her musicians skill, as she likes to set poems to music
Dancing - Being an Aylura, dancing is an essential skill. The Ayluras agree that what she lacks in elven looks, she makes up for with style and vivacity.
(Note, not ripping of discworld's use of guilds, formed story before I read the discworld novels, but I hate that someone else came up with idea first... *grumble* in process of revising, finding other words for guild, and trying not to rape the awesome canon of discworld. Rarg.)
Her job as an angel is to help get the universe on the right track of where it needs to be. You see, due to war between the angels, it spills over into the time of things hat need to be done, such as recording of history, and guiding of the future. She helps by causing change in the present, setting the future right, so that people can learn later from the history being made then. Basically one of the "three fates" idea. I see the angels as not just angels exclusive to the elves/whatnot, but as the avatars of the common ideals throughout almost all of mythology.
Prejudices: Men. They’ve been the ones to completely screw her over all of her life. Also, she does not like most of the other elven leaders, because of their differences in philosophy in regards to mortals. Also dislike of Light-Elves do to their "heads in the ground half the time, not caring to help the other children of god"
Hobbies: Painting, Composing, Metallurgy, Jewelry making. Also loves to read any “intelligently written” thing she can put her hands on.
Talents: Able to understand complex ideas, and use them to her advantage in battle. (theory of always check above you when you’re in a creepy situation). Able to logically plan out battle tactics. Excellent dancer, instrument player (guitar-like instrument and flute-type).
Good Qualities: Wise and intelligent. Serene disposition when around other people. Quiet and usually has her head in a book. Thinks before acting, and can think on her feet. Can lead if needed. Very motherly when someone is sick/hurt
Bad Qualities: Hot-headed. Tends to snap easily at mentions of certain topics. Violent if angered or drunk. Easily breaks down into tears over lost love. Head usually up in the clouds. Mostly a loner.
Abilities: Able to reach out with her psychic powers and identify shapes, objects, and people, and their minds. Able to make force fields. Able to enchant people to follow her will easily by certain movements. Convert into a mist like state. Shapeshift. Healing powers. Fire-based attacks
Disabilities: Blind. When walking for a great distance, or standing for long periods of time, she needs a cane of some sort, from a bad back. Her left leg easily breaks because of bones that did not heal correctly. Mist or Phantom like state is easily countered by an ice based attack. Weakened after too much magic use.
Other attributes: Intelligent in the areas of science and math, especially genetics. Able to transform into a `Mhina when the need calls for that strong of a defense/offense. Holder of the Fire Elemental Staff.
Inherent abilities of her species:
Elven: Able to talk to any animal, listen to the trees/waves/wind (depending on what type of elf) Able to sense the nature of someone (like if they had ill intent towards you) Able to see further towards the ultra-violet and infra-red range than humans. Able to pick up sounds on either side of the hertz range beyond humans as well (although not all of it). Able to move ears to pick up more sounds. Eyes glow in the dark like a cats.
`Mhina: Able to speak telepathically with one another. Usually resides in a “pure state” only creating a body to interact fully with physical beings. Required to have a 'master' angel, the `Mhina are like apprentices. 4 wings, 2 small ones on their feet, and 2 big ones on their back, they come in all colors (depending on the `Mhina) except for translucent-pearl-like and pure-white.
Special Titles: Elder from the line of Healers, Elder of the Aylura, Assistant to the weavers.
Special Items: her familiar, a black dragon. Fire Elemental Staff. Pendant of the healers, worn by her mother. Holds one of the stones of seasons. One sword made of white-blue metal. One sword made of black steel. Set of throwing daggers which are poisoned.
Close friends: Kreeti, Dh`rin, Jhe`mai, Jhe`se
Enemies: I have as of yet to finalize any names of the important enemies besides the devil himself, Ker`anat.
Other notes: Yes, it does seem like she's spread thin over what she does, but lemme give a basic timeline of her ages without revealing too much
5- father dies
14 - mother murdered
17 -meets and loses Sanrist, her love
150 - Aelvi (elves) leave earth
295 - Aelvi found their own planet, unable to be found by anyone but the Angels and Aelvi.
800 - Leaves Aelvi to escape and hone her psychic powers
820 - Leaves corporation helping her with her powers
820 - Offered position of Lesser Angel - She denies
1350 - Friend begs her to come back home
1365 - Completes Ph.D in Pathology
1397 - Ends up entangled in a civil war (on another planet)
1397 - Again offered position of Lesser Angel - Accepts
1900 - Training finished - begins helping Dh`rin.
2105 - "takes over" the Orders
*running around time, trying to get the past up to the present* - She takes breaks in between, and during that time she learns other things through avid reading. She likes a hands-on approach to learning.
12xxx (haven't decided exact age) - gets sent to earth to monitor Ker`anat's reawakening and the current war in the major city of Traeleon
- Running behind only 500 years in getting the present up to date. Started at around a combined back up of 74,819 years of all of the universe.
- Time travel helps, there's a point where 17 of her are in the same when. Only around 3000 years have past on earth, and she's aged faster than that. Dh`rin is the oldest of the angels due to his job as well, even though he wasn't the first created.
Sample Story: (Seth is a protagonist, and love-interest... later on)
"Why should I have you as a partner to the ball? You have done nothing but sneak around, trying to gather any information for your benefit, and if occasion should ever arise, against me. You are interested in me only as a political tool." Anata said, laying her lace-lined fan down upon the vanity.
"Being as such, would you rather go Azrion? or perhaps Llewin may do. They would be much better partners, for as you know for yourself that they treat women with respect." He said back to her, in the soft voice he always used at the beginning of their arguments, even though he had not won an argument yet.
"Don't start with me, Seth. You too readily assumed a subservient position to them, placing me upon a pedestal. I do not need you, but in fact it is you who need me.” She turned around and stared at him. “Again I ask; Why should I have you as my partner?”
He looked at her, trying to suppress his growing anger, not speaking for a moment. “Because, it would be beneficial to both of us for you to be seen with me.”
She laughed for a brief moment, and then spoke “How little you know of politics. It would be better for me to be by myself, so that the other Lords and Barons see me as vulnerable and easily accessible. If I were with you, you would be more of a hindrance than a help.”
He turned to stare out the window again, he could not attack her, he knew. It would ruin his chances of ever gaining her favor again. He wished he could smack her across her face, leave a bright red mark, showing that he would not take this attack on his self. His grip on the windowsill tightened as he tried harder and harder to repress all of the chaos that was raging inside of him. One part wishing to hurt her, the other wishing to give in and call her a partner, an equal. He heard a rustling sound behind him as she got up from her chair, and as she walked towards him.
She placed her gloved hand on his shoulder. “The ball is in five days. I’m sure that is ample time for an answer to be formed.”
They stood there for minutes, in that way, he looking out the window, with her standing behind him with a hand on his shoulder. She lifted her hand from his shoulder, and turned to go sit back down. He turned not a moment after and grabbed her so that she could not walk forward any further, her arms trapped behind her back. He got a whiff of her hair, that long, bewitching hair that she was so proud of. He was almost tempted to take a pair of scissors and cut off that which made so her effective, and yet, it was intoxicating him into complacency. He silently cursed her in his mind.
“Do not deny me this. I ask of you. If nothing else, let me be your partner to that ball.”
She struggled a bit, twisting and turning. “You enjoy this false sense of power that you think have over me, don’t you?”
“I know I have power over you, otherwise I would be unconscious right about now, wouldn’t I?” He spat. She had so eagerly told him and Azrion that she harmed any man that had ill-intent when grabbing her. So far he had not grabbed her in the places that other men did, but he knew he was pushing it a bit far.
She broke free and slapped him right across his face. “Don’t you dare grab me like that again! I’ve warned you plenty enough times after you’ve grabbed me, and I’m getting sick and tired of you doing that.”
He stood there in shock for a moment, before his rage returned, and he pushed past her towards the door. Opening it, he replied “See if I care whether they take advantage of you or not.” and slammed the door behind him, stomping down the stairs.
She ran over to the door, and opened it, screaming after him “See if I care whether they kill you!” and slammed the door closed again.
She sunk down against the wall, on to the floor, breaking down in tears. Why did it have to be this way? Where had all of the truly noble men gone? Why was she attracted to this one? He wasn’t abhorrent, but he was no gentleman, either. She had found out the simple facts about his life, but the one whom she knew that knew everything, was miles away, and the option that was close was more likely to tell her off in an obscene manner. As fate would have it, as she bestowed more and more luck upon others, she herself was growing steadily unluckier. She thought that it was not fate nor fortune that was a cruel mistress, but that love was the worst of them all.