Amaya Thanatos
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It was early evening, a time where most were heading home after a long day of work within the walls of Vel Anir, some were scurrying to finds inns that had rooms available or brothels with whores aplenty. While the remaining good citizens of the area, who lived on the outskirts of the surrounding villages, were busy putting their cattle to bed there were those that were just rolling out of their haystacks and stretching for the first time. They were the outcast of the city that could be hired to kill just about anyone or anything.
Amaya was one such person though tonight would not find her within the confines of the hunt, lost to the game that was burrowing into her victims' life and then slaying them mercilessly. This usually involved lots of pain and even more blood but these things were neither here nor there. No, tonight found Amaya rolling from a sack of cloth that had been sewn together in a makeshift sleeping bag and stretching beneath the branches of Falwood Forest. just outside the city of Vel Anir. Rolling onto her back, the petite woman lazily rubbed the sleep from her eyes with fists that were small and delicate yet scared with the cuts of battles both won and lost. With a roll of her shoulders, she began a slow, languorous stretch that began in the very tips of her toes and worked its way upwards until each slender finger on her hands was stretched outright, arms above her head.
Relaxing a few moments of holding the stretch, she lay there beneath the branches of the trees. It was nearing the end of summer and the first touches of fall had arrived. Leaves, with splashes of reds and oranges, began to hang heavy on the boughs of the trees. The breeze, though light had begun to dance with the slightest of chills. As a result, Amaya had worn light leathers, dyed with the deepest of black. The pants, hanging low on her hips and clinging to the muscles of her thighs and calves had become smudged with the dirt of the forest floor during her cat-like stretch moments earlier.
Standing, she rolled her shoulders and smoothing the deep, black leather tunic that clung to her upper torso. It was made of the same light leather as her pants and cut in much the same seductive manner. The tunic clung to her bosom, lifting up voluptuous assets and shoving the deep red tattoo almost into one's face, the design swirling beneath the material to peek out and snake around her exposed belly button where it came to rest. If one could be bothered to actually look beyond her lovely assets they would follow the trail of swirl red to find it licked along the curve of her jaw, resting beneath her ears.
She looked around, once more surveying her surroundings. It was a small little clearing though it was beautiful. Dotted with little flowers of all colors she had managed to find a little corner of grass tucked beneath a tree. This had become her safe haven. A home away from the chaos of the taverns, the bloodshed of her daggers, and the torment of the demons within her mind. It was here she would come to escape and in a moment of weakness, she would find herself almost... peace. Or at least the closest thing she could with the screams of her demons drowning out the melody of birds and the chatter of animals. It was here she would settle back down, her legs crossed beneath her, her eyes closed, and simply attempt to shut the world out.
Amaya was one such person though tonight would not find her within the confines of the hunt, lost to the game that was burrowing into her victims' life and then slaying them mercilessly. This usually involved lots of pain and even more blood but these things were neither here nor there. No, tonight found Amaya rolling from a sack of cloth that had been sewn together in a makeshift sleeping bag and stretching beneath the branches of Falwood Forest. just outside the city of Vel Anir. Rolling onto her back, the petite woman lazily rubbed the sleep from her eyes with fists that were small and delicate yet scared with the cuts of battles both won and lost. With a roll of her shoulders, she began a slow, languorous stretch that began in the very tips of her toes and worked its way upwards until each slender finger on her hands was stretched outright, arms above her head.
Relaxing a few moments of holding the stretch, she lay there beneath the branches of the trees. It was nearing the end of summer and the first touches of fall had arrived. Leaves, with splashes of reds and oranges, began to hang heavy on the boughs of the trees. The breeze, though light had begun to dance with the slightest of chills. As a result, Amaya had worn light leathers, dyed with the deepest of black. The pants, hanging low on her hips and clinging to the muscles of her thighs and calves had become smudged with the dirt of the forest floor during her cat-like stretch moments earlier.
Standing, she rolled her shoulders and smoothing the deep, black leather tunic that clung to her upper torso. It was made of the same light leather as her pants and cut in much the same seductive manner. The tunic clung to her bosom, lifting up voluptuous assets and shoving the deep red tattoo almost into one's face, the design swirling beneath the material to peek out and snake around her exposed belly button where it came to rest. If one could be bothered to actually look beyond her lovely assets they would follow the trail of swirl red to find it licked along the curve of her jaw, resting beneath her ears.
She looked around, once more surveying her surroundings. It was a small little clearing though it was beautiful. Dotted with little flowers of all colors she had managed to find a little corner of grass tucked beneath a tree. This had become her safe haven. A home away from the chaos of the taverns, the bloodshed of her daggers, and the torment of the demons within her mind. It was here she would come to escape and in a moment of weakness, she would find herself almost... peace. Or at least the closest thing she could with the screams of her demons drowning out the melody of birds and the chatter of animals. It was here she would settle back down, her legs crossed beneath her, her eyes closed, and simply attempt to shut the world out.
