“Lady Amelia,” I turned when my name was called, a servant stood at the open door, smiling warily, he was human, I could tell. His blood smelled sweet, and my mouth watered, but I kept my Thirst in check. He wore the typical servants attire, red and black, his sandy blonde hair seemed to had a flair of colour I rather liked however.
“The rest of the Shadowdancers are waiting for you in your sitting room, I heard your proclamation at the Tourney, and took the liberty of gathering them for you,” He bowed his head and I actually smiled, this was the type of person I like, that I could use. “Thank you, that was very apt of you….” I let the sentence hang, I rarely interacted with the servants and only two of their names.
“Ah, Henry, my lady, my name is Henry,” He said smiling brightly, “Then thank you, Henry, if you would, tell them I will be there in a few moments, I need to get my things together,” He nodded, bowed and started down the hall quickly. I smiled at the empty door, I liked him.
I went back to my task, closing the doors, before stripping myself out of the dress I was in. It was a pretty enough affair, but the corset sat to high my chest, and the skirt was too quilted, to heavy to walk in properly.
Tossing the gown onto a chair, I pulled my hair down from its bun and let the sharp red hair fall down my back, I ran my hand over my one single scar. A slash right above my left breast, a Lycan made that wound, on my first hunt. Almost tore my heart right out…
I learned that night though…they’ve never touched me again, and I’ve been fighting them for the last century. I took my armor from the chest it was kept in, before pulling everything on, all made of Lycan hide that was dyed black, the stuff was tough as any metal but as light as normal leather.
I checked myself in the mirror before grabbing my weapons; I made sure the britches were buckled correctly, before lacing up the back of the armored bodice I that protected my stomach and chest. I pulled my boots on last, before lacing them tightly, I took my daggers out of the weapon case next to me, each about the length of my forearm, the blades made of pure silver. The only thing that could puncture Werewolf hide, I sheathed them in my boots before taking one last look in my mirror.
“The rest of the Shadowdancers are waiting for you in your sitting room, I heard your proclamation at the Tourney, and took the liberty of gathering them for you,” He bowed his head and I actually smiled, this was the type of person I like, that I could use. “Thank you, that was very apt of you….” I let the sentence hang, I rarely interacted with the servants and only two of their names.
“Ah, Henry, my lady, my name is Henry,” He said smiling brightly, “Then thank you, Henry, if you would, tell them I will be there in a few moments, I need to get my things together,” He nodded, bowed and started down the hall quickly. I smiled at the empty door, I liked him.
I went back to my task, closing the doors, before stripping myself out of the dress I was in. It was a pretty enough affair, but the corset sat to high my chest, and the skirt was too quilted, to heavy to walk in properly.
Tossing the gown onto a chair, I pulled my hair down from its bun and let the sharp red hair fall down my back, I ran my hand over my one single scar. A slash right above my left breast, a Lycan made that wound, on my first hunt. Almost tore my heart right out…
I learned that night though…they’ve never touched me again, and I’ve been fighting them for the last century. I took my armor from the chest it was kept in, before pulling everything on, all made of Lycan hide that was dyed black, the stuff was tough as any metal but as light as normal leather.
I checked myself in the mirror before grabbing my weapons; I made sure the britches were buckled correctly, before lacing up the back of the armored bodice I that protected my stomach and chest. I pulled my boots on last, before lacing them tightly, I took my daggers out of the weapon case next to me, each about the length of my forearm, the blades made of pure silver. The only thing that could puncture Werewolf hide, I sheathed them in my boots before taking one last look in my mirror.
