Sudden inspiration has arrived
Oh my GOD! I just got this random urge to write! So I decided on a total whim to start on Cruor Angelus Incendia. Here is what I could muster up! For the few of you who actually keep track of my journal, please lemme know what you think. I'm curious. Note: the responses I get here depends on whether or not I put this on my deviantart page
Vici quod Verum: Cruor Angelus Incendia
Author:
firewox
Part 01: Innocence with Fangs - Chapter 01
Rated: K+
Summary: A stranger wanders through the desert making her way to somewhere.
Disclaimer: VqVT: CAI and all relating stories are copywrite me, myself and I.
Turena's eyes weren't the only things stinging from the sand and sun. Her legs ached and her feet felt as though they were being cooked every time she took another step into the sand. The heat was unbearable and she long ago would have died of heat stroke if she didn't have her cloak to protect her from the sun's rays. She probably would have choked on sand if she did not have her assassin's mask. The desert was brutal, the fact alone that she was still alive astonished even herself.
'I hope I can make it to a village by night fall' Turena thought to herself. The last thing she wanted was to spend another freezing night fighting to stay alert enough to keep an eye out for scorpions, lizards, snakes, or whatever other venomous creatures might lay in waiting for her at night, but, as she kept on walking the village she had spotted in distance never seemed to be any closer, she began to wonder if she was simply hallucinating, and the sun was lowering itself at a fast rate as if to mock her. She suddenly wished even more now that the camel she was borrowing for the journey had not fallen ill and died three quarters in to their trek across the desert from India to the edge of China where she would have left it to be cared for properly and she would continue by some other means of transportation.
It was getting dark. It was getting very dark very fast. It was also getting very cold very fast. Things weren't looking good. She would have to spend the night in the desert. again.
~~<(^^<)~~(>^^<)~~(>^^)>~~
The last bit of light was about to disappear when Turena came upon a large cactus. Judging by the hight and width of the plant it had been alive for perhaps longer than her. She slowly reached out and touched it to see if she was hallucinating even though it was far too cool now for her to hallucinate. The needles pricked her hand and she flinched slightly, pulling her hand away.
Turena stared up at the giant cacti and whispered as if slipping a secret to it, "I hope you don't mind if I use you as somewhat of a shelter just for the night." She then bowed politely towards the plant. It was an odd characteristic of hers and she knew it, but she couldn't help but feel that even a cactus, though prickly and cold, deserved respect because it was just as alive as her.
She held up her right hand up at eye level and stared at the switch in the palm of her hand. She recently had her main weapons modified by a master smith and engineer while she was passing through India, the origin of her weapon of choice. She hit the switch hard and a blade slid swiftly out of the top metal of her gauntlet stopping at a certain point, the mechanism was beyond its time, but Turena wasn't complaining. Then, she proceeded to gently yet quickly shave off some of the spines off of the cactus so she could have a small yet comfortable area to lean against and rest for the night. Once the spines had been cleared away enough, she hit the switch again and the blade returned to its original setting in the metal sheath on her gauntlets. She sat down with her back leaned against the base of the cactus and she looked up at the sky gazing at the stars.
"Turena! Turena!"
"Vilheim? Seffene? What is it?"
"Mama and Papa say its late and that you should come inside for bed!"
"*sigh* If only I could stay out a little longer and look at the stars"
"Why do you like to look at them, Turena?"
"Well, Seffene..."
Turena gently roused herself from her dream only to find that dawn was fast approaching and she was just about to stand up to get an early start before the heat set in until she realized that it would be unwise for her to move yet.
She felt movement on her legs, arms, stomach, chest, shoulders, and she felt at least one on her head. It seemed the warmth of her body had attracted unwanted visitors in the night, but it also seemed that she herself was unwanted since she invaded their territory. Each and every one of their legs could be felt if one moved, she knew. She also could tell by the disgusting liquids she could feel trailing down her that some of them had eaten on her while taking in her warmth. The arachnophobic girl inside her wanted to scream and cry and shake the dastardly things off and run like Hell to the nearest town but the warrior inside knew that doing so would be suicide. Scorpions were not creatures Turena would chance to mess with.
She would simply have to wait until the day became hot enough and their bodies became warm enough for them to burrow themselves back to wherever they all came from. Turena closed her eyes, she couldn't look at them, she was scared that if she did she would very well scream. Those eyes, fangs, claws, and that terrifying tail. Not much was known about scorpions for her, Turena knew only that they had beady eyes, they could bite, pinch, sting and scare the very soul of her. She did not know which ones could sting to kill but she wasn't about to take that chance. Not out here in the desert, alone.
So she waited as the Sun rose. Three...Four....
And waited. It started to get hot. Eleven...Twelve...
And waited. Fifteen...Sixteen...
She waited until all but a few were left resting on her. One on her shoulder, three on her chest and stomach, the one on her head, and one very alert one on her bent knees. She felt she could shake the final six off and continue on her way without upsetting them too much. She was about to stand when she heard a voice that spoke a language she recognized. Odd.
English? Broken English but why all the way out here would there be someone who knows English?
"Not move! Whatever you do, not move" The heavily accented voice sounded.
Turena glanced up questioningly looking at a man holding up a dagger as if to throw it. She spoke with urgency, "I know of the scorpions."
"No not scorpion!" The voice said in almost a panic
Turena's body tensed. Would he kill her? Did he see the insignia? Was he scared? It didn't matter, she would get up shake off the temporary guests and take care of the man. Or...she would have if he had not stopped her with a cry.
"Deadly snake! Hiding under legs!"
Vici quod Verum: Cruor Angelus Incendia
Author:
firewox
Part 01: Innocence with Fangs - Chapter 01
Rated: K+
Summary: A stranger wanders through the desert making her way to somewhere.
Disclaimer: VqVT: CAI and all relating stories are copywrite me, myself and I.
Turena's eyes weren't the only things stinging from the sand and sun. Her legs ached and her feet felt as though they were being cooked every time she took another step into the sand. The heat was unbearable and she long ago would have died of heat stroke if she didn't have her cloak to protect her from the sun's rays. She probably would have choked on sand if she did not have her assassin's mask. The desert was brutal, the fact alone that she was still alive astonished even herself.
'I hope I can make it to a village by night fall' Turena thought to herself. The last thing she wanted was to spend another freezing night fighting to stay alert enough to keep an eye out for scorpions, lizards, snakes, or whatever other venomous creatures might lay in waiting for her at night, but, as she kept on walking the village she had spotted in distance never seemed to be any closer, she began to wonder if she was simply hallucinating, and the sun was lowering itself at a fast rate as if to mock her. She suddenly wished even more now that the camel she was borrowing for the journey had not fallen ill and died three quarters in to their trek across the desert from India to the edge of China where she would have left it to be cared for properly and she would continue by some other means of transportation.
It was getting dark. It was getting very dark very fast. It was also getting very cold very fast. Things weren't looking good. She would have to spend the night in the desert. again.
~~<(^^<)~~(>^^<)~~(>^^)>~~
The last bit of light was about to disappear when Turena came upon a large cactus. Judging by the hight and width of the plant it had been alive for perhaps longer than her. She slowly reached out and touched it to see if she was hallucinating even though it was far too cool now for her to hallucinate. The needles pricked her hand and she flinched slightly, pulling her hand away.
Turena stared up at the giant cacti and whispered as if slipping a secret to it, "I hope you don't mind if I use you as somewhat of a shelter just for the night." She then bowed politely towards the plant. It was an odd characteristic of hers and she knew it, but she couldn't help but feel that even a cactus, though prickly and cold, deserved respect because it was just as alive as her.
She held up her right hand up at eye level and stared at the switch in the palm of her hand. She recently had her main weapons modified by a master smith and engineer while she was passing through India, the origin of her weapon of choice. She hit the switch hard and a blade slid swiftly out of the top metal of her gauntlet stopping at a certain point, the mechanism was beyond its time, but Turena wasn't complaining. Then, she proceeded to gently yet quickly shave off some of the spines off of the cactus so she could have a small yet comfortable area to lean against and rest for the night. Once the spines had been cleared away enough, she hit the switch again and the blade returned to its original setting in the metal sheath on her gauntlets. She sat down with her back leaned against the base of the cactus and she looked up at the sky gazing at the stars.
"Turena! Turena!"
"Vilheim? Seffene? What is it?"
"Mama and Papa say its late and that you should come inside for bed!"
"*sigh* If only I could stay out a little longer and look at the stars"
"Why do you like to look at them, Turena?"
"Well, Seffene..."
Turena gently roused herself from her dream only to find that dawn was fast approaching and she was just about to stand up to get an early start before the heat set in until she realized that it would be unwise for her to move yet.
She felt movement on her legs, arms, stomach, chest, shoulders, and she felt at least one on her head. It seemed the warmth of her body had attracted unwanted visitors in the night, but it also seemed that she herself was unwanted since she invaded their territory. Each and every one of their legs could be felt if one moved, she knew. She also could tell by the disgusting liquids she could feel trailing down her that some of them had eaten on her while taking in her warmth. The arachnophobic girl inside her wanted to scream and cry and shake the dastardly things off and run like Hell to the nearest town but the warrior inside knew that doing so would be suicide. Scorpions were not creatures Turena would chance to mess with.
She would simply have to wait until the day became hot enough and their bodies became warm enough for them to burrow themselves back to wherever they all came from. Turena closed her eyes, she couldn't look at them, she was scared that if she did she would very well scream. Those eyes, fangs, claws, and that terrifying tail. Not much was known about scorpions for her, Turena knew only that they had beady eyes, they could bite, pinch, sting and scare the very soul of her. She did not know which ones could sting to kill but she wasn't about to take that chance. Not out here in the desert, alone.
So she waited as the Sun rose. Three...Four....
And waited. It started to get hot. Eleven...Twelve...
And waited. Fifteen...Sixteen...
She waited until all but a few were left resting on her. One on her shoulder, three on her chest and stomach, the one on her head, and one very alert one on her bent knees. She felt she could shake the final six off and continue on her way without upsetting them too much. She was about to stand when she heard a voice that spoke a language she recognized. Odd.
English? Broken English but why all the way out here would there be someone who knows English?
"Not move! Whatever you do, not move" The heavily accented voice sounded.
Turena glanced up questioningly looking at a man holding up a dagger as if to throw it. She spoke with urgency, "I know of the scorpions."
"No not scorpion!" The voice said in almost a panic
Turena's body tensed. Would he kill her? Did he see the insignia? Was he scared? It didn't matter, she would get up shake off the temporary guests and take care of the man. Or...she would have if he had not stopped her with a cry.
"Deadly snake! Hiding under legs!"