Victor lifted her fragile form up and laid her on the bed. Taking great care, he removed her shift and rubbed a soothing lavender oil on her back. Whispering nothing but the tenderness he held in his heart for her, he soothed her quaking body. Head to toe he worked her knotted muscles until he saw her move in the steady rhythm of sleep. Victor laid down beside her, his arm protectively around her. How could he ever love anyone else as he loved his precious Kat? None compared to her in more than her beauty. She alone was his shining beacon in the dark, the compass that guided his soul into eternal bliss. Kat was right in the fact that in the past he had held other women in his heart but they were merely grains of sand on the shore. Kat was the ever steady rock on the shore, the anchor of his core while the small grains were washed away by the pounding tide. He would show her this by his actions, not words. Words were meaningless drivel when the body told another tale. Rising out of the bed they shared, he left silently but not before covering her against the chill of the night. As exhausted as Katrina was, she would not wake until mid morning and that was all the time he needed to prepare.
A sweet smell tickled Kat's nose and it twitched as she stretched lazily. Her heart seized in her throat when the warm form of Victor was not in the bed with her. Rising up, a gasp came to her throat as she surveyed the room around her.
"Oh ye rogue of my heart." Flowers of every size shape and color were packed in their modest room from floor to ceiling. The centerpiece of it all made a small tear trickle down Kat's cheek. A crib made of the finest oak and engraved to the same pattern as there marriage rings stood not more than ten paces from the bed. Slowly she got out of the bed, the scent of lavender still clung heavily to her maiden form. It was a wonderful gift Victor had given to her the night before. He showed her how much he loved her deeply by washing her fears away with his affectionate kneading. He was content in holding her to him than using her body to fill his manly needs. Keeping her near to him so that their souls may heal each others.
She took a flower from a vase, a white rose trimmed with red. Its colors commingled together signified a new beginning. A new beginning for her and Victor as well as the precious cargo growing inside her. Standing over the crib, the crisp white linens having not a wrinkle in them, she tore the petals from the stem and sprinkled them in the crib. She smiled thoughtfully. This was a rare rose in these parts and for Victor to remember the traditions of her family for christening a child's sleeping place meant so much to her. A light tune came to her lips and she hummed it as her hands roamed her belly.
A cold chill blasted her and Kat's head whipped around to the door to the outside balcony, her hands reflexively shielding her bare body. Her eyes widened in horror as the decayed form of her nightmares stood before her again, her nakedness match by his own. Many grotesque objects grew from his blackened extremities.
"So easily he has tricked you with these retched weeds of the land. What of him now? Are you so blind to fall into such an obvious device?" His teeth chattered as he spoke, the stench that Kat had never noticed in their first meeting now overpowered the delightful bouquets around her.
"Where ever my husband is, he is being true to who we are together. Send your harlots and tarts against him and he will turn them aside. You have as much power as I give you and I shall hand nothing to you!" In a few quick strides, Kat picked up her long sword and shed her inhibitions of being unclothed. "I shall send you away for all the end of time, creature! Mark my words well as they spell your doom!"
"Do they?" A mist formed in front of the abomination and swirled into two distinct bodies. Kat saw Victor laying in another woman's arms. "You offer him nothing but your inability to give him the attentiveness he rightfully deserves. I know his needs, you know how to please yourself and give nothing in return. You will never win, child. I am more than you could ever aspire to be for him."
Kat poised the long sword towards him and stood firm. With a few mumbled words, light and airy in her gift of song, the shadowy figures changed again. Victor's image remained but it showed him holding not a willing wench but the soft form of a teddy bear. His ghost-like voice permeated the room along with his hearty laugh.
"Oh how she will love this for the baby! Give me one-no- three!" Kat grinned wryly at her unwelcome intruder. Her sword came up her face and she reared back, ready to strike.
"Now, beast, begone!" Kat yelled out a challenge and charged her foe. Her blade arched wide and slammed into his side, leaving a deep and gashing wound. His cry was that of a thousand voices shrieking in the night out of vengeance and torment. Kat arched back into a flip as his hands elongated into vicious claws to swipe at her vulnerable body. Her free hand shot forward as she ended her graceful tumbling display. Her lips parted and waves of sound erupted towards the man, shattering the vases near him. The exposed bones jutting from his sinewy outer shell crumbled from their perch and marrow poured forth. A growl escaped his lips as he strode towards her and this time it was his blood that laid a trail across the floor. She was ready for him and she sang of his demise, never to haunt her steps nor break her will.
Her melody carried to the world outside and the streets stopped their bustling afternoon business to listen. A rise of pride welled in them all and a mother took the time to swing her child around, basking in the bliss of living. A street vendor threw an apple to a passing street urchin, giving the poor child a slight bow. The only one who did not take the time to enjoy the melodious sounds was Victor. He had heard that tune too many times to know it more than an song of merriment. It was an aid for those called to battle a mighty foe. The song inspired not rejoicing in his heart but stone cold fear. His Kat was in trouble.
"I'll be back." The words were barely audible as Victor pushed the bears back into the proprietor's hands. He broke into a dead run, heading back to the Inn where Kat and he had stayed these last months. The lilt of her voice grew stronger and stronger, a crystal clear pitch beckoning Victor to be swift of foot.
Her sword clanged again and again against the foul beast's bony hide and he smiled. His clawed appendage darted in and latched on to her exquisite neck, stopping her song in mid-note. Kat clenched her teeth and flailed her fingertips at the thing. A burst of light sprayed out of her hand and he smacked her aside, howling in rage as his eyes melted away.
Kat gasped for air, the warm trickle of blood cascading down her face. Her shaky fingers curled around the hilt of her sword and she rose from the ground; stalking over to the still baying demon of her waking nightmare. She directed the blade down and drove it down into the creature's meaty back. His shape dematerialized and twisted into a new entity, a shapely woman with raven hair. She turned and hissed with a forked tongue through sharpened teeth. Kat's eyes widened at the hideous creation and she impaled her blade further into the abomination. The sword bit into the earthen wood below and stuck fast. Kat tugged with all her might but it would not budge. To her disgust, the now female being started to slowly removing itself from the sword. Inch by inch it rose, the blade becoming slick with ooze and gore.
"With your death all will be mine!"
Kat desperately searched the room for anything to slay this beast, her long sword useless and in harm's way. Perhaps her bow? No, she shook her head in frustration. Pricking this thing with a quiver full of arrows will not slay it. She needed something more substantial. Somethingto lay the beast low with the truth. Her and Victor's love was too deep for any storm to uproot, bound too tight to unravel against the fiercest winds. Without another though but victory against this horrid creature of lust and deception, Kat picked up Victor's blade and it slid smoothly from the sheath. Striding with confidence befitting of one held in high regard by the once rogue of the Halag, Kat swooped the blade up and sliced the head of the lecherous being cleanly off. As the head came rolling to a rest, the body erupted in flames. Kat leaned heavily on her husband's blade, refusing to sink to her knees even at their steadfast request.
She spun around at the creak of the door, bringing Vic's sword up to bare. Her laughter rang out as the sword lowered to the floor. Vic stood in the doorway baffled at the sight of Katrina butt naked with his sword in her hand. She fought hard against the tears as the adrenaline drained completely from her.
"Well, my sweet Kitten. Not exactly the sword I had in mind for you to be playing with this day." His winking eyes quickly scanned the room and saw nothing amiss as Kat smiled brightly at him. "I heard the most beauteous voice coming from this room, my dear. What mischievous things has my Kitten been doing?"
"I am happy to see you, my love. There was.." Her words stopped as she looked around and everything was in its place. Her fingers brushed the side of her face where blood had been spilled and came up empty. The only thing remaining from her ordeal was her own sword jutting up out of the floor. Her slow turn to absorb the shock was put to an end as Vic wrapped his arms around her, gently prying his sword from her hands. His sensuous kisses assaulted her soft skin as he laid his sword aside.
"Do you think the little nipper will like his crib?" His hands moved lovingly over her swell and the babe inside responded with a forceful kick. Vic chuckled as he nipped at her shoulders. He broke the embrace and went to her sword, his fingertips caressing the hilt. With a strong yank, he pulled it free and smacked the blade against his palm.
"Marring the floor. Tsk, tsk milady. I should give to a severe tongue lashing for harming the floor in such a way." Before her blade rested against the wall , Victor pounced. She shrieked in mock terror and vainly tried to run from his reaching arms. He caught her quick enough and they both tumbled to the bed, both in a heated contest to shower the most kisses on the other.
Kat gave in to the rapturous bliss and devilish thoughts of wickedness sprang in her mind as her senses reeled at Vic's touch. She knew they would remain this way. Forever.
None shall break the two who are one,
The light that burns brighter than the afternoon sun,
To those who wedge for their own wicked needs,
Shall fall into Hell on bended knee.
A sweet smell tickled Kat's nose and it twitched as she stretched lazily. Her heart seized in her throat when the warm form of Victor was not in the bed with her. Rising up, a gasp came to her throat as she surveyed the room around her.
"Oh ye rogue of my heart." Flowers of every size shape and color were packed in their modest room from floor to ceiling. The centerpiece of it all made a small tear trickle down Kat's cheek. A crib made of the finest oak and engraved to the same pattern as there marriage rings stood not more than ten paces from the bed. Slowly she got out of the bed, the scent of lavender still clung heavily to her maiden form. It was a wonderful gift Victor had given to her the night before. He showed her how much he loved her deeply by washing her fears away with his affectionate kneading. He was content in holding her to him than using her body to fill his manly needs. Keeping her near to him so that their souls may heal each others.
She took a flower from a vase, a white rose trimmed with red. Its colors commingled together signified a new beginning. A new beginning for her and Victor as well as the precious cargo growing inside her. Standing over the crib, the crisp white linens having not a wrinkle in them, she tore the petals from the stem and sprinkled them in the crib. She smiled thoughtfully. This was a rare rose in these parts and for Victor to remember the traditions of her family for christening a child's sleeping place meant so much to her. A light tune came to her lips and she hummed it as her hands roamed her belly.
A cold chill blasted her and Kat's head whipped around to the door to the outside balcony, her hands reflexively shielding her bare body. Her eyes widened in horror as the decayed form of her nightmares stood before her again, her nakedness match by his own. Many grotesque objects grew from his blackened extremities.
"So easily he has tricked you with these retched weeds of the land. What of him now? Are you so blind to fall into such an obvious device?" His teeth chattered as he spoke, the stench that Kat had never noticed in their first meeting now overpowered the delightful bouquets around her.
"Where ever my husband is, he is being true to who we are together. Send your harlots and tarts against him and he will turn them aside. You have as much power as I give you and I shall hand nothing to you!" In a few quick strides, Kat picked up her long sword and shed her inhibitions of being unclothed. "I shall send you away for all the end of time, creature! Mark my words well as they spell your doom!"
"Do they?" A mist formed in front of the abomination and swirled into two distinct bodies. Kat saw Victor laying in another woman's arms. "You offer him nothing but your inability to give him the attentiveness he rightfully deserves. I know his needs, you know how to please yourself and give nothing in return. You will never win, child. I am more than you could ever aspire to be for him."
Kat poised the long sword towards him and stood firm. With a few mumbled words, light and airy in her gift of song, the shadowy figures changed again. Victor's image remained but it showed him holding not a willing wench but the soft form of a teddy bear. His ghost-like voice permeated the room along with his hearty laugh.
"Oh how she will love this for the baby! Give me one-no- three!" Kat grinned wryly at her unwelcome intruder. Her sword came up her face and she reared back, ready to strike.
"Now, beast, begone!" Kat yelled out a challenge and charged her foe. Her blade arched wide and slammed into his side, leaving a deep and gashing wound. His cry was that of a thousand voices shrieking in the night out of vengeance and torment. Kat arched back into a flip as his hands elongated into vicious claws to swipe at her vulnerable body. Her free hand shot forward as she ended her graceful tumbling display. Her lips parted and waves of sound erupted towards the man, shattering the vases near him. The exposed bones jutting from his sinewy outer shell crumbled from their perch and marrow poured forth. A growl escaped his lips as he strode towards her and this time it was his blood that laid a trail across the floor. She was ready for him and she sang of his demise, never to haunt her steps nor break her will.
Her melody carried to the world outside and the streets stopped their bustling afternoon business to listen. A rise of pride welled in them all and a mother took the time to swing her child around, basking in the bliss of living. A street vendor threw an apple to a passing street urchin, giving the poor child a slight bow. The only one who did not take the time to enjoy the melodious sounds was Victor. He had heard that tune too many times to know it more than an song of merriment. It was an aid for those called to battle a mighty foe. The song inspired not rejoicing in his heart but stone cold fear. His Kat was in trouble.
"I'll be back." The words were barely audible as Victor pushed the bears back into the proprietor's hands. He broke into a dead run, heading back to the Inn where Kat and he had stayed these last months. The lilt of her voice grew stronger and stronger, a crystal clear pitch beckoning Victor to be swift of foot.
Her sword clanged again and again against the foul beast's bony hide and he smiled. His clawed appendage darted in and latched on to her exquisite neck, stopping her song in mid-note. Kat clenched her teeth and flailed her fingertips at the thing. A burst of light sprayed out of her hand and he smacked her aside, howling in rage as his eyes melted away.
Kat gasped for air, the warm trickle of blood cascading down her face. Her shaky fingers curled around the hilt of her sword and she rose from the ground; stalking over to the still baying demon of her waking nightmare. She directed the blade down and drove it down into the creature's meaty back. His shape dematerialized and twisted into a new entity, a shapely woman with raven hair. She turned and hissed with a forked tongue through sharpened teeth. Kat's eyes widened at the hideous creation and she impaled her blade further into the abomination. The sword bit into the earthen wood below and stuck fast. Kat tugged with all her might but it would not budge. To her disgust, the now female being started to slowly removing itself from the sword. Inch by inch it rose, the blade becoming slick with ooze and gore.
"With your death all will be mine!"
Kat desperately searched the room for anything to slay this beast, her long sword useless and in harm's way. Perhaps her bow? No, she shook her head in frustration. Pricking this thing with a quiver full of arrows will not slay it. She needed something more substantial. Somethingto lay the beast low with the truth. Her and Victor's love was too deep for any storm to uproot, bound too tight to unravel against the fiercest winds. Without another though but victory against this horrid creature of lust and deception, Kat picked up Victor's blade and it slid smoothly from the sheath. Striding with confidence befitting of one held in high regard by the once rogue of the Halag, Kat swooped the blade up and sliced the head of the lecherous being cleanly off. As the head came rolling to a rest, the body erupted in flames. Kat leaned heavily on her husband's blade, refusing to sink to her knees even at their steadfast request.
She spun around at the creak of the door, bringing Vic's sword up to bare. Her laughter rang out as the sword lowered to the floor. Vic stood in the doorway baffled at the sight of Katrina butt naked with his sword in her hand. She fought hard against the tears as the adrenaline drained completely from her.
"Well, my sweet Kitten. Not exactly the sword I had in mind for you to be playing with this day." His winking eyes quickly scanned the room and saw nothing amiss as Kat smiled brightly at him. "I heard the most beauteous voice coming from this room, my dear. What mischievous things has my Kitten been doing?"
"I am happy to see you, my love. There was.." Her words stopped as she looked around and everything was in its place. Her fingers brushed the side of her face where blood had been spilled and came up empty. The only thing remaining from her ordeal was her own sword jutting up out of the floor. Her slow turn to absorb the shock was put to an end as Vic wrapped his arms around her, gently prying his sword from her hands. His sensuous kisses assaulted her soft skin as he laid his sword aside.
"Do you think the little nipper will like his crib?" His hands moved lovingly over her swell and the babe inside responded with a forceful kick. Vic chuckled as he nipped at her shoulders. He broke the embrace and went to her sword, his fingertips caressing the hilt. With a strong yank, he pulled it free and smacked the blade against his palm.
"Marring the floor. Tsk, tsk milady. I should give to a severe tongue lashing for harming the floor in such a way." Before her blade rested against the wall , Victor pounced. She shrieked in mock terror and vainly tried to run from his reaching arms. He caught her quick enough and they both tumbled to the bed, both in a heated contest to shower the most kisses on the other.
Kat gave in to the rapturous bliss and devilish thoughts of wickedness sprang in her mind as her senses reeled at Vic's touch. She knew they would remain this way. Forever.
None shall break the two who are one,
The light that burns brighter than the afternoon sun,
To those who wedge for their own wicked needs,
Shall fall into Hell on bended knee.
Willow and Wind
Fortune may prick ye sometimes but
misfortune follows ye like a shadow
more oft than not
Fortune may prick ye sometimes but
misfortune follows ye like a shadow
more oft than not
