Vanilla #15- Inhospitable lodgings
Author: Dragons_Kin
Title: Sin
Story Arc: Made of Dreams
Flavor: Vanilla #15-Inhospitable Lodgings
Word Count: 796
Rating: PG
Summary: Those who remember Sin from before knew she was wild, quiet, shy...
Those who remember Sin from before knew she was wild, quiet, shy. When she did speak it was incoherent and mumbled. Short of sentences. She was always the one who left without permission and stood behind you as you talked about her. Dark, thick auburn hair fell to the center of her back, but was always kept up in an old worn out ribbon. Her eyes were hazel but they grew dark as her thoughts flew away and entered the world called insanity.
Sin never liked being in one place for long periods of time. Rather, she came back from time to time to see if there were others like her. They who dreamt the way she did…that felt the way she felt. There was no one that could for a long, long time either. And so she left, twin knives sheathed in a criss-cross alongside her lower back and her long black whip connected to her hip.
Hazel dreamt of her first, then Ace, Orion, and lastly Knight. A child, a half-elf, and two more humans would make what was known as Dreamers. A dreamer was someone who could move from Faerie to Earth freely, but only when they were sleeping in their own world.
Orion was the first one to see her in battle. That field where chaos ensues and their blood mingles with your own and suddenly you don’t know if you've been hurt at all. That place where countless people die. In the battlefield was where men fell for her. In hate and love, she was graceful in a wild, animalistic way. She yelled and screamed until Orion was sure her vocal chords were going to finally stop working.
Her daggers flashed silver and gray according to the sunlight. She slashed and cut, kicked, punched, kneed, poked and stabbed until she was drenched in her enemies’ blood.
Her face was full of wild, crazy victory when the battle was over. Maybe that’s why she was called Sin. Nobody knew if that was her real name. Maybe she didn’t have one and simply gave one to herself.
It fit her...
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The barracks of the war was closed in, crowded. Men coughed, sharpened their swords, and snored as they slept. Orion was only a boy. Looking at him, one would think he was in the middle of his teenage years. He was just a boy who was scared and unhappy, and altogether drafted into the world of killing and winning or losing. She was dressed as a man. No armor, her hair cut short for the sake of war, her bangs tied back by a bloodied ribbon. Her breasts were bound, arms cut and bleeding and half bandaged. Her tunic fell to her thighs, and her pants were baggy to keep her shape from giving her away.
Men are cruel when they’re bored and restless. They picked on Orion, poked, prodded, laughed at him, made him cry all for the sake of entertainment. Because he was half of what they were. Girlish features on a man’s body. A half-breed who was just as useless as the rest of them were.
When the half-elf fell from their unabashed rough-housing with a loud cry of pain Sin snapped. The burliest of them stood eyes alight with dark amusement and unsheathed his sword.
“Enough!” Enough of this! Stop it now!
Silence. When the man with the sword laughed, the others followed suit. The veterans that had fought beside her tensed. This one clearly had no idea with whom he was dealing. But those who didn’t join in knew the prowess of Sin. Most of their lives were bound to her anyway. It could just as easily be unbound.
“What are you gon’a do about it, Girly? Truly are you woman or man in disguise?” Her dark eyes glowered and the only warning was the sound of her knives unsheathing and the sharp whisper of the wind as it whistled.
Orion couldn’t see her move. He doubted that many men here could. She was so fast, too fast. There was a short pause and then the man’s arm fell into three pieces. He didn’t live through the night.
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. I’ll teach you a lesson, then…
Her dark, half-crazed eyes looked down at Orion who stared right back at her in wonder and fear. Her knife dripped but she cleaned and sheathed it once more before returning to her bed.
And the process of battle was repeated. Friends died, men fell, but the only person you could think of was yourself.
But nobody ever touched Orion again.