Flame breeds... (29Jul05 16:35 PM Local)
Bastard! A fist smashs into the battered willow tree. Another follows through. The tree shakes and trembles from the pain the woman inflicts upon it. Birds remain quiet in the visinity of the woman, who's anger wells up in her, jettisoned a little with. Each. Damned. Hit.
Demonwhore! Sweat dripped from her supple body, muscles tight and firm, the amulet of her faith dancing between her breasts in a lurid fashion. Scars cross here and there across her back and bosom. Pain. Reward. Fire. Reward. Faith?
Whore! I will tear his glands from his body and make him pay for this! More slams of the her fists into the tree. More leaves fall off. Bark cracks up and down the spine of the tree. Soon, the tree will yield it's life for the greater good. The force of Jinx's nature is very persuasive indeed.
The goblin, cautious, steel drawn, crept ever so closer. Her spine, aim for the spine! make the hu-mawn pay!
Three more punchs, her knuckles swelling up from the abuse the woman continues to inflict upon herself. Faith? The Firelord loves his children... does he not? The tree almost screamed as a loud crack echoed the Myrwood Glades. The bark shattered as the follower of Kossuth finally broke the tree, splinters flying in all directions and the tall speciman falling down away from the triumpant Monk...
Just three steps, plunge the blade into her, make her-
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The woman marched back towards the western gates, proud, refreshed and calm. Her focus reclaimed, her faith restored and she slipped the smook over her self, covering her bloody covered chest. An odd emotion came over her then. Pity? Pity is for the goblin she left as a warning to all others, thinking as she spat saliva into the grass, her long and powerful legs taking large strides as she entered Dragon Dale.
And as the life blood finally left the poor, crippled and gored beast, the goblin was still a missed at W-what. Had. Happened?He would never know who the woman was insenced at. Why she was here in this quiet region of the Vast. So many questions, to be asked but lost, and his bloody hands gripped the top of the tree trunk, quite surprised to find itself impaled upon the pointy, broken, jagged edge...