The woman moved with an unearthly sort of grace about her. She danced in the light of the flames with skill and precision, her skirts flying in the air as she twirled. She swayed to the sensual beat of the drums and sang along to the melodic flutes. Her voice was low but managed to sound high at the same time. Her hips moved to the beat of the drums while her hands swirled in the air around her like an Egyptian belly dancer.
Her stomach was exposed to the air, showing off her pale skin in the moonlight. Her hair was long; ending at the small of her back in bloody tips. It was the palest of blondes and seemed to glow when it caught the firelight she circled around. But that was not the most startling thing about her.
No, that would be her eyes.
Her eyes were exaggerated by thick cat’s eye liner which served to enhance the mysticism of the moment. Those violet orbs swirled with the night’s touch- black streaks straining outward from her pupils making her look more exotic than she was.
Her lips were the deepest and richest of reds, a red so deep it looked like blood. But it didn’t trail down her chin. It stayed on her lips neatly, like it had been drawn on.
A tattoo graced her abdomen. It curled around her belly-button in the shape of a sun with great flourishes to serve as its flames. Her other tattoo was set in the center of her right shoulder. A paw-print of a fox, the print seemingly stamped with blood; a startling change to her milky-white skin.
She was a beautiful sight to see.
Lucien sat within a semicircle of her people. Their people. They were each just as attractive as Lydia was, they even had that same wicked glint in their eyes. Their eyes told you that they knew something you didn't. Something that was surely deadly and something that would be sure to entertain.
Lydia slowly started to make her way to him and he felt compelled to look to his right. He found myself looking at her clone. Her twin brother, to be more specific. His name was Kreiten and he might as well have been Lucien’s own brother. They fought together to protect the Kit and would die for one another. Tonight Kreiten took the opportunity to smirk at Lucien as he talked with another warrior.
Lia flitted toward his side and pulled him up off the ground. As she drew them both closer to the fire his hands found purchase on her waist and he rocked his hips against hers. She leaned back and whispered softly into his ear.
"How were your travels, Lucien? I missed you, my love." She paused, "Why did you leave me like a thief in the night?"
"I wanted to see the world on my own, Wickalie." He replied, using their Kit's name for her. "I brought you something."
Her eyes lit up with curiosity, "You did? Something sparkly, I hope."
His time away from the Kit allowed him to learn what these 'sparklies' were called to the mortals. The humans called them crystals and gemstones. These stones were very important to their people, as they could augment their powers to make the owner stronger. None knew how or why, but they did.
"Yes, I did. But you'll have to wait and see." Lucien responded, careful to hide his joy at her infuriated eyes. She was by far the most short-tempered of out Kit. She was also the strongest along with her brother and Lucien. Without a twin he was less magically inclined but he had made up for that in strength and skill. Countless hours training made him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
Lia pouted at his words and he led her away from the Kit and into a caravan that sat alone away from the others. She crawled onto the pillows that were strewn about on the floor and pulled him down with her.
She twisted their positions so she was on top and began to place small pecks down his chest, her eyes alight as she did so. He released a groan as her hands rubbed circles into his skin tracing intricate patterns with a gentle hand.
Lia looked up into his eyes and with a teasing tone whispered, "Take me, Lucien."
He nipped at the skin on her neck and flipped their positions so he was on top and stripped her of her clothing.
"With pleasure.”
In the early hours of the morning he was awakened by Lia running her fingers over his chest while humming a lullaby. The melody seemed endless and he knew he would never be able to mimic it, or at least not during this life.
She slowly came to a stop and looked up, "Good morning, my love."
He rolled onto his side and got on his knees in front of her. He ran his hands up her arms and suddenly felt a stab of pain through his back. He collapsed onto the pillows and heard Lia let out a scream of fury. His body began to go numb and he glanced down. Lia was covered in his swiftly pooling blood and he didn't have to ask to know it was his. She began to sob and the last thing he saw was her face.
Ridley, known as Riddle or 'Rid' to his brethren, came awake with a start, sweat dripping down his neck. It was the same woman from Brakker’s.
His chest ached where he was stabbed.
Lucien.
What the hell was that? Who the fuck was Lucien?
Rid stood, leaning against the dresser for support. Pulling out fresh clothes from the closet, he glanced at his collection of skulls atop the bookshelf. The center place holder, the only humanoid skull, had blood dripping down from the center of its forehead- a bloody fox print like the tattoo on the woman’s shoulder.
He turned away from the shelf and swallowed, trying desperately to shrug off his unease.
Wherever that dream had come from, there was no way it wasn’t a bad omen.
Something was coming and he was determined to sweat out his worry in the gym.
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