Isaura
She seats herself quietly in an unobstrusive corner of the local tavern, peering out of her hood furtively. In front of her, a bowl of hot creamy soup sits invitingly on the oak table. All around, raucous laughter mingles with discreet whispers. She reaches out tentatively for the spoon, only to withdraw her hand hurriedly as another stretches for it.
"Mind if I take some of this, dear lady?" ~ The raspy voice grates on her nerves, and she looks towards the intruder, still obscured by her hood and veil. That face! It couldn't be... not in a million years would she have thought she'd see him here, of all places! And yet... was it so unlikely?
Nodding stiffly, she dares not hazard a worded reply ~ He's changed. Almost a skeleton of his old self. ~ True enough, he is now covered in rags and three ugly scars mar his once-handsome face. ~ I wonder what's happened to him? ~ Winces as she hears his muttered curses of a scalded throat.
"That was... most satisfying." ~ He grunts, his eyes suddenly narrowing with a malicious glint ~ "Perhaps you would indulge me further, lady..." ~ With one quick movement, his left hand shoots out to pull down her hood, much to her dismay.
With a burning fury now, she swings out with her dagger and slices his right cheek, screaming as he snarls and grips her left wrist painfully ~ "You ought to control that fiery temper of yours, for you'll pay for it one day." ~ Smirking ominously ~ "Today, to be exact."
Oh, heavens! Can this be happening? Why is no one helping me? Are they on his side?! ~ Her frenzied heartbeat reaches a feverish pulse even as he wrenches the veil off her face. Then she relaxes momentarily as his eyes widen in horror.
"YOU!!!"
[ 05-05-2002, 10:59 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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