Submitted by Akon on Wed, 2011-05-25 10:00
Like a wrathe, Akon stalks along the edge of the woods. Her long blackblade is drawn without a sound. She closes her eyes and stands entirely still, stonelike. Her senstative batlike ears tweak and twitch, listening to all the sounds and movements around her. For an hour she remains, entirely motionless, eyes closed and still. Oblivious to her presence, a group of deer had by now made their way around her, cautiously stepping along the edge of the forrest, nibbling along the grass that skirted the farm's fields. Then, a shallow whisper comes from Akon's lips, almost like the wind. A deer freezes in stride, unknown to the rest of its group. The slow, whispered chanting keeps leaking from Akon's lips, more deer silently freezing at her command. Then the black hooded figure lifts her blade with a flash of moon light. Elegant archs swing with deadly precision. A rushed rustling of terrified deer dash and flee from all sides around the shade like figure. Then silence is followed as three corpses fall headless to the ground with muted thuds.
Akon slowly and cerimoniously lifts her blood soaked blade to the moon, keeping the blade parrallel to the ground between her fingers. Eyes fluttering closed again, whispers and encants still slipping from her lips, she takes a small bit of black cloth, holding the blade above her head in the growing twlight of the morning. She slides the black cloth from hilt to tip, cleaning the darkened steel of it's blood bathed stains.Once clean, a flick of the wrist lands the blade back in its sheath at her side. Kneeling over her prey in the same motion, she gathers up the three and easily hefts them over her shoulders, walking back towards the center of town.