WARNING: Harsh language, violence.
Rain drops tapping against the wooden harbor, thunder crackling through the sky occasionally and the only light was the gloomy, early morning sun as Volyena awoke from her slumber and began her morning routine of dressing herself, applying her make up and enjoying a cup of coffee, all assisted by her arcane powers. Silence washed over Booty Bay and the only audible sound from Volyena's room was the rain and occasional thunder. As the faint layer of make-up was applied to Volyena's face, so was her mask, a polite smile. Never faltering and never changing.
What's next? A walk to refresh one's mind after a long rest. It was quiet around the harbor town, which is only normal for such an early hour. Volyena strolled her way out of the harbor, the rain being obstructed by an aura of arcane heat, stopping the drops from ruining the woman's attire. The jungle outside the town was just as quiet, but that only encouraged Volyena to continue her calm walk, following the road along with her usual elegant walk. "Good morning..." A cold, heavy tone suddenly pierced the silence, Volyena froze and quickly turned back to see where the sound came from.
A man... A single, human man stared at Volyena with a glare that could pierce metal. His attire torn and horribly kept, his face covered with a thick, brown beard while his head was lacking hair. "Gimme' your money, and nobody gets hurt..." the man spoke in the same cold tone, his hand slowly lingering to his torn belt, drawing out a rusty scimitar. Despite the situation, Volyena kept her polite smile and bowed her head. "I am afraid not." she spoke calmly, as if it was just another thing in her morning routine. The man clenched his hand around the scimitar's hilt, growling lowly as he spoke; "Dumb b***h... Get 'er, boys!", he called out. Not a moment of silenced managed to slip in before three men, all in the same state of poverty as the first, charged from behind Volyena.
The three were not exactly quiet, actually, they were far from it, roaring as they charged toward the single Draenei woman. Volyena clenched her fists, almost invisible strings of arcane flowing out of her fingertips as she turned back, held out her hands to the charging men and the arcane strings were sent flying. It was only a blink of an eye as the three charging men found themselves down on the floor, the strings coiling around their feet and pinning them down. "Rude..." Volyena muttered to herself, her eyes widening as the arcane strings holding the men's legs turned to thin razors, slicing the feet off each man with the precision of a surgeon.
It was a lucky shot, nothing more and Volyena knew that. She never managed to maim someone so quickly, not to mention three at once, but she managed to do so. The man, now standing behind Volyena, growled loudly. "Light damnit! You b***h! Those were my best men!" he screamed out, charging at the woman without any restraint. Volyena may have been precise, but she was not fast, before she managed to fully turn the man's blade found itself slashing through one of the woman's legs, leaving a large bleeding gash. "GAHH!" the woman screamed out, stumbling backwards a few steps before she fell onto her back. The cold, wet dirt only meeting her body.
"My fucking legs!" screamed out one of the three men, whining and screaming in pain as they crawled towards the now helpless Volyena. "I'll make that b***h pay!" another stray yell was heard from the trio. "Relax boys, she's done for." the man spoke with hatred, glaring down at at the Draenei woman as he advanced to her. "What's on you, b***h?" he spoke, yanking one of the woman's pigtails violently as he searched her pockets with his free hand. "Very... Very rude...", Volyena spoke silently, her polite smile twitching and faltering as she noticeably has a hard time holding it. A cackle burst from the man over Volyena. "Rude? -Rude-?! I'll show you rude, you slut!" he called out, raising his hand upwards, balling it into a fist and sending it to meet Volyena's cheek quite painfully.
A single tear... One tear rolled down Volyena's cheek as her smile shattered from the punch, replaced by gritting teeth and a close to satanic glare. The man may have been stronger than Volyena's, but clearly not smarter, leaving her hands free to move. "Dumb b***h... I might just keep you as my private beating bag..." the man spoke, his words soon followed by a sinister laugh. The laugh didn't last long, though, as a leg came to connect with the man's groin, Volyena's leg. The man only had time to lurch forward, not even let out a sound before spears of arcane energy found themselves burying into his eye-sockets. Blood gushing out and cold screams of agony came from the man as he rolled off Volyena and onto the cold, wet dirt.
A window of opportunity, one Volyena didn't miss as she jumped to her feet and rushed forward, panting heavily as she stared at the four men. Her stance was uneven, and her leg was bleeding quite heavily, but that never stopped her anger. Another tear... She didn't pay much attention to it, instead, forming the same razor strings of arcane from earlier and lashing them at the four men on the dirt. Lash after lash, flesh slicing and blood gushing from every impact of the strings and the men's bodies. It was a brutal sight, but Volyena was anything from emotionless at the point. Tears flowing freely from her eyes and loud sobs from her mouth as she continued her relentless lashing.
Silence... The same silence... Rain drops hitting the dirt as the men were reduced to bloody chunks of flesh. Volyena stared at her massacre before falling to her knees. Her leg hurt, but her heart hurt more for whatever reason it may have been...
She cried. She cried and cried to no end, hour after hour until she couldn't possibly cry anymore. Her clothes was soaked with water, tears, mud and blood at this point and the woman fell forward onto the dirt, passing out from exhaustion and blood loss.
A quiet, dark room. Only lit by a single candle. Volyena lay on a bed as she blinked her eyes open slowly, her gaze lingering around the room before resting on a figure in the corner. It was dark, she couldn't make out a face or size, but she knew it was a man. "Feeling better?" he spoke with a bitter tone, but his voice was low enough to send vibrations through the floor-boards. Volyena stayed silent, sitting up and staring at the man in the shadows. She nodded and nothing more. "Good. Stay out of trouble, kid." The same bitter tone remained as the man lifted himself from the chair he was sitting on.
Volyena got a better view of the man. It was clear he was human. Tall and slender, his body covered by a large coat and a hat on his head. A creak was heard, one of the door opening followed by a few quiet thumps of boots hitting the wooden floor. He left... He just left.
Volyena slid out of her bed, staring down at her messy, filthy clothes, the large gash in her leg wrapped with a dirty bandage. "Remember, Voly... Keep smiling..." she spoke to herself and began her morning routine all over again, skipping the walk this time around.
((Would just want to apologize for my laziness at the end... Been writing this for a few good days now, and writer's block hit just by the end.))
"...And remember, Voly, keep smiling."
Rain drops tapping against the wooden harbor, thunder crackling through the sky occasionally and the only light was the gloomy, early morning sun as Volyena awoke from her slumber and began her morning routine of dressing herself, applying her make up and enjoying a cup of coffee, all assisted by her arcane powers. Silence washed over Booty Bay and the only audible sound from Volyena's room was the rain and occasional thunder. As the faint layer of make-up was applied to Volyena's face, so was her mask, a polite smile. Never faltering and never changing.
What's next? A walk to refresh one's mind after a long rest. It was quiet around the harbor town, which is only normal for such an early hour. Volyena strolled her way out of the harbor, the rain being obstructed by an aura of arcane heat, stopping the drops from ruining the woman's attire. The jungle outside the town was just as quiet, but that only encouraged Volyena to continue her calm walk, following the road along with her usual elegant walk. "Good morning..." A cold, heavy tone suddenly pierced the silence, Volyena froze and quickly turned back to see where the sound came from.
A man... A single, human man stared at Volyena with a glare that could pierce metal. His attire torn and horribly kept, his face covered with a thick, brown beard while his head was lacking hair. "Gimme' your money, and nobody gets hurt..." the man spoke in the same cold tone, his hand slowly lingering to his torn belt, drawing out a rusty scimitar. Despite the situation, Volyena kept her polite smile and bowed her head. "I am afraid not." she spoke calmly, as if it was just another thing in her morning routine. The man clenched his hand around the scimitar's hilt, growling lowly as he spoke; "Dumb b***h... Get 'er, boys!", he called out. Not a moment of silenced managed to slip in before three men, all in the same state of poverty as the first, charged from behind Volyena.
The three were not exactly quiet, actually, they were far from it, roaring as they charged toward the single Draenei woman. Volyena clenched her fists, almost invisible strings of arcane flowing out of her fingertips as she turned back, held out her hands to the charging men and the arcane strings were sent flying. It was only a blink of an eye as the three charging men found themselves down on the floor, the strings coiling around their feet and pinning them down. "Rude..." Volyena muttered to herself, her eyes widening as the arcane strings holding the men's legs turned to thin razors, slicing the feet off each man with the precision of a surgeon.
It was a lucky shot, nothing more and Volyena knew that. She never managed to maim someone so quickly, not to mention three at once, but she managed to do so. The man, now standing behind Volyena, growled loudly. "Light damnit! You b***h! Those were my best men!" he screamed out, charging at the woman without any restraint. Volyena may have been precise, but she was not fast, before she managed to fully turn the man's blade found itself slashing through one of the woman's legs, leaving a large bleeding gash. "GAHH!" the woman screamed out, stumbling backwards a few steps before she fell onto her back. The cold, wet dirt only meeting her body.
"My fucking legs!" screamed out one of the three men, whining and screaming in pain as they crawled towards the now helpless Volyena. "I'll make that b***h pay!" another stray yell was heard from the trio. "Relax boys, she's done for." the man spoke with hatred, glaring down at at the Draenei woman as he advanced to her. "What's on you, b***h?" he spoke, yanking one of the woman's pigtails violently as he searched her pockets with his free hand. "Very... Very rude...", Volyena spoke silently, her polite smile twitching and faltering as she noticeably has a hard time holding it. A cackle burst from the man over Volyena. "Rude? -Rude-?! I'll show you rude, you slut!" he called out, raising his hand upwards, balling it into a fist and sending it to meet Volyena's cheek quite painfully.
A single tear... One tear rolled down Volyena's cheek as her smile shattered from the punch, replaced by gritting teeth and a close to satanic glare. The man may have been stronger than Volyena's, but clearly not smarter, leaving her hands free to move. "Dumb b***h... I might just keep you as my private beating bag..." the man spoke, his words soon followed by a sinister laugh. The laugh didn't last long, though, as a leg came to connect with the man's groin, Volyena's leg. The man only had time to lurch forward, not even let out a sound before spears of arcane energy found themselves burying into his eye-sockets. Blood gushing out and cold screams of agony came from the man as he rolled off Volyena and onto the cold, wet dirt.
A window of opportunity, one Volyena didn't miss as she jumped to her feet and rushed forward, panting heavily as she stared at the four men. Her stance was uneven, and her leg was bleeding quite heavily, but that never stopped her anger. Another tear... She didn't pay much attention to it, instead, forming the same razor strings of arcane from earlier and lashing them at the four men on the dirt. Lash after lash, flesh slicing and blood gushing from every impact of the strings and the men's bodies. It was a brutal sight, but Volyena was anything from emotionless at the point. Tears flowing freely from her eyes and loud sobs from her mouth as she continued her relentless lashing.
Silence... The same silence... Rain drops hitting the dirt as the men were reduced to bloody chunks of flesh. Volyena stared at her massacre before falling to her knees. Her leg hurt, but her heart hurt more for whatever reason it may have been...
She cried. She cried and cried to no end, hour after hour until she couldn't possibly cry anymore. Her clothes was soaked with water, tears, mud and blood at this point and the woman fell forward onto the dirt, passing out from exhaustion and blood loss.
A quiet, dark room. Only lit by a single candle. Volyena lay on a bed as she blinked her eyes open slowly, her gaze lingering around the room before resting on a figure in the corner. It was dark, she couldn't make out a face or size, but she knew it was a man. "Feeling better?" he spoke with a bitter tone, but his voice was low enough to send vibrations through the floor-boards. Volyena stayed silent, sitting up and staring at the man in the shadows. She nodded and nothing more. "Good. Stay out of trouble, kid." The same bitter tone remained as the man lifted himself from the chair he was sitting on.
Volyena got a better view of the man. It was clear he was human. Tall and slender, his body covered by a large coat and a hat on his head. A creak was heard, one of the door opening followed by a few quiet thumps of boots hitting the wooden floor. He left... He just left.
Volyena slid out of her bed, staring down at her messy, filthy clothes, the large gash in her leg wrapped with a dirty bandage. "Remember, Voly... Keep smiling..." she spoke to herself and began her morning routine all over again, skipping the walk this time around.
((Would just want to apologize for my laziness at the end... Been writing this for a few good days now, and writer's block hit just by the end.))
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