by "What do we have here?" A voice could be heard coming from the bushes, A women's eyes slightly opening as she saw shadows crawl into the cracks in the ground. Good luck, my child. a hushed voice spoke as Aloura began to push her naked body off of the ground."Where am I..." She muttered, watching as a group of 4 men walked out from the bushed. "Oh, what do we have here." One of them asked, giving a smirk and taking a few steps closer to Aloura.
"Looks to me like a damsel in distress." One of them called out, giving her a smirk and winking at her as she looked up at him, dazed in confused. "So tiered..." She muttered, standing up and leaning on a tree, not caring nor ashamed of her naked body being revealed to the men before her, her dark, violet hair resting over her areola. Looking at the ground, Aloura ignored the men. "The ground was so soft..."She spoke, considering laying back down in it.
"Is this bitch ignoring us?" One of the men said. "Hey, whore!" One of them yelled, taking a few steps closer to The young Maiden. Looking up, a still in a dazed confusion, she tilted her head. "Whore?" She asked, not knowing the word nor its connotation. "Yes, whore. You." He spoke, walking towards her, his past going faster and faster. "I say you should come with us," He spoke, raising his hand in an attempt to grab her.
Kill him. The voice form before spoke. Now! Before the violet haired women could think, her arm was in the air and the leaves on the tree above her shot down, shooting through the man before her. She didn't care, but the mans friends certainly did. "What the hell?!?" they shouted, looking up at her like she was some kind of monster. "Its a mage!" One of them shouted.
Kill them, the voice continues. "Kill them all! before she knew it, the men were charging towards her. Scratching her head, she leaped back, and landed on her feet. Leaning against the tree, she could feel the bark moving beneath the palm of her hand. As the men rushed closer, she grabbed onto the shifting bark, pulling free a small, wooden knife. With one single swipe of the knife, blood spewed onto the ground. The first man fell to his knees, clenching his throat at the naked women looked back up at the other two. They were both holding knives themselves, and Aloura looked towards the Dark, murky sky.
Again! The voice shouted. "Yes..." She began. "Papa..." She spoke, her words slurred from exhaustion. It was then that she placed her other hand on the tree, and pulled out another knife. As the two men charged towards her, she used the knives to block the first strike, then used the heel of her foot to slam into the other mans testicels. As he stumbled back, yelping in pain, Sloth sliced down, carving a bloody X into the man who tried attacking her.
Turning back towards the man she hit in the balls, she saw he was on his knees. "I'm sorry..." He spoke, one hand on his crotch and the other raised to signify a treaty. "Please... Show mercy..." The man pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "Mercy?" Sloth asked, her knife stopped in mid air. The word was not "programmed", so to speak, in her vocabulary. "I guess s-" Her eyes widened as the voice began to speak again, a dark, masculine voice. Mercy will only cause you trouble my dear, It began. Keeping him alive with only cause him to bring you to put in more effort , causing you even more work to do. Now come, my dear Sloth,
Sloth shook her head, "Yes, papa." The knife flew down, stabbing through the mans hand. She let go of the first wooden knife as the man yelped in pain, moving his hand out of the way.
"Why!" She shouted, "It hur-" Before he could finish, Sloth sliced through his neck. Her naked body covered in blood, yet surprisingly not sweat.
"Sleep..." She muttered, walking towards a lump of grass as her eyes began to close.
Not yet my child. The voice continued, egging her on to continue. Just a little bit more, then you can rest all you want.
"What do you want from me, papa?" She asked, looking around for a sign of what it might be he wanted from her. It was then she heard more rustling in the bushes. "Another one?" She asked, watching as a women, about her age, submerged from the bushed. "What are you guys up to" The womens eyes widened as she saw the men dead before her.
"Oh my god!" She shouted, looking up towards Aloura. "You, You killed them!" The women turned around, and began to run. "Help!" She shouted. "Someone help!" As the women began to run, the voice spoke. Don't let her escape! he shouted. Sloth's eyes sharpened, and she quickly picked up her wooden knife, throwing it at the women and watching as it flew into her skull. The women hit the ground with a thug, and Aloura walked up to her.
She was wearing a beautiful Pink and violet Kimono, along with surprisingly unharmed glasses. Her gloved touched the ground elegantly as Sloth bent down, pushing the body over. Now, take the clothing. He spoke. Sloth shook her head, and stripped the women of her clothing, then placing the clothing on a nearby tree branch. She could hear water running near by, and she walked over, something urging her to wash off the blood.
Seeing her reflection in the water, she looked back to the women on the ground. They looked exactly alike. "She looks like me..." Sloth spoke. No, the voice replied. You are better then her. The scars that riddled her body and mind have been smoothed on you. Now, take her Identity. Aloura.
"Looks to me like a damsel in distress." One of them called out, giving her a smirk and winking at her as she looked up at him, dazed in confused. "So tiered..." She muttered, standing up and leaning on a tree, not caring nor ashamed of her naked body being revealed to the men before her, her dark, violet hair resting over her areola. Looking at the ground, Aloura ignored the men. "The ground was so soft..."She spoke, considering laying back down in it.
"Is this bitch ignoring us?" One of the men said. "Hey, whore!" One of them yelled, taking a few steps closer to The young Maiden. Looking up, a still in a dazed confusion, she tilted her head. "Whore?" She asked, not knowing the word nor its connotation. "Yes, whore. You." He spoke, walking towards her, his past going faster and faster. "I say you should come with us," He spoke, raising his hand in an attempt to grab her.
Kill him. The voice form before spoke. Now! Before the violet haired women could think, her arm was in the air and the leaves on the tree above her shot down, shooting through the man before her. She didn't care, but the mans friends certainly did. "What the hell?!?" they shouted, looking up at her like she was some kind of monster. "Its a mage!" One of them shouted.
Kill them, the voice continues. "Kill them all! before she knew it, the men were charging towards her. Scratching her head, she leaped back, and landed on her feet. Leaning against the tree, she could feel the bark moving beneath the palm of her hand. As the men rushed closer, she grabbed onto the shifting bark, pulling free a small, wooden knife. With one single swipe of the knife, blood spewed onto the ground. The first man fell to his knees, clenching his throat at the naked women looked back up at the other two. They were both holding knives themselves, and Aloura looked towards the Dark, murky sky.
Again! The voice shouted. "Yes..." She began. "Papa..." She spoke, her words slurred from exhaustion. It was then that she placed her other hand on the tree, and pulled out another knife. As the two men charged towards her, she used the knives to block the first strike, then used the heel of her foot to slam into the other mans testicels. As he stumbled back, yelping in pain, Sloth sliced down, carving a bloody X into the man who tried attacking her.
Turning back towards the man she hit in the balls, she saw he was on his knees. "I'm sorry..." He spoke, one hand on his crotch and the other raised to signify a treaty. "Please... Show mercy..." The man pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "Mercy?" Sloth asked, her knife stopped in mid air. The word was not "programmed", so to speak, in her vocabulary. "I guess s-" Her eyes widened as the voice began to speak again, a dark, masculine voice. Mercy will only cause you trouble my dear, It began. Keeping him alive with only cause him to bring you to put in more effort , causing you even more work to do. Now come, my dear Sloth,
Sloth shook her head, "Yes, papa." The knife flew down, stabbing through the mans hand. She let go of the first wooden knife as the man yelped in pain, moving his hand out of the way.
"Why!" She shouted, "It hur-" Before he could finish, Sloth sliced through his neck. Her naked body covered in blood, yet surprisingly not sweat.
"Sleep..." She muttered, walking towards a lump of grass as her eyes began to close.
Not yet my child. The voice continued, egging her on to continue. Just a little bit more, then you can rest all you want.
"What do you want from me, papa?" She asked, looking around for a sign of what it might be he wanted from her. It was then she heard more rustling in the bushes. "Another one?" She asked, watching as a women, about her age, submerged from the bushed. "What are you guys up to" The womens eyes widened as she saw the men dead before her.
"Oh my god!" She shouted, looking up towards Aloura. "You, You killed them!" The women turned around, and began to run. "Help!" She shouted. "Someone help!" As the women began to run, the voice spoke. Don't let her escape! he shouted. Sloth's eyes sharpened, and she quickly picked up her wooden knife, throwing it at the women and watching as it flew into her skull. The women hit the ground with a thug, and Aloura walked up to her.
She was wearing a beautiful Pink and violet Kimono, along with surprisingly unharmed glasses. Her gloved touched the ground elegantly as Sloth bent down, pushing the body over. Now, take the clothing. He spoke. Sloth shook her head, and stripped the women of her clothing, then placing the clothing on a nearby tree branch. She could hear water running near by, and she walked over, something urging her to wash off the blood.
Seeing her reflection in the water, she looked back to the women on the ground. They looked exactly alike. "She looks like me..." Sloth spoke. No, the voice replied. You are better then her. The scars that riddled her body and mind have been smoothed on you. Now, take her Identity. Aloura.
