Queen Of Scorpions

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Picture the perfect monster , the one that lives in the shadows and around dark corners; made of whispers and lost souls. Now picture me.

Heeled boots strode over marble in an easy gait despite the chains hung about her waist and the long wicked knives strapped to her back. A thin trail of blood ran down her forearm soaking into the black leather band around her wrist, marking her for what she was if the chains hadn't given her away already.Crimson hair was pinned to her head in an intricate style a few drifting strands barely obscuring a scar running down the right side of her face; she wore black cloth around the bottom of her face obscuring her mouth and nose but not her eyes. Such strange eyes. The left was a piercing blue ringed with black speaking of just how cold she could get; and the right green telling of cunning.

More of the strangers steps echoed around the vast hall, her chains kept silent from years of experience; her boots only made sound because she willed it so. A bone white hand flexed by her side slowly curling into a fist, not only her blood would spill that night, leather creaked as it stretched over her knuckles. Lifting a hand she rapped on the door at the far end of the hall waiting for the familiar creak; it never came, but the rustling of papers gave it away , oh he was in there alright. Sliding a pin out of her hair, letting the red fall around her face in gentle waves, she began to pick the lock making quick work of it and less then a minute later a satisfying click sounded and the door swung open noiselessly. It had been oiled recently.

Rising from her crouch she looked forward, her eyes locking with his in an intense glare. He gave her a tricksters smile. And she mirrored it right back.

"Askara"

his tone husky and low sending shivers down her spine and the hair at her nape to rise his responding laughter made her want to snap his dammed neck.

" still so fucking responsive."

Her teeth clenched and quick as an asp she struck her fangs out but she closed around thin air. A deep chuckle sounded from behind her.

"fuck you charlie"

His arm snaked around her waist,

"Admit it you missed me"

And she had , she had a lot not that she would admit it. Driving her heel onto his foot she deftly span and spat in his face.

"what do you want charlie?"

"And here i was thinking you'd come back just for me" lying fraud, Askara couldn't believed she had once worked with him.

"oh i got your message by the way, currently his blood is draining out near Anmser, i'm sure you could still save him though." she smiled sweetly feigning innocence. He just smiled at her, wiping her spit off his face with spare cloth, hooking his foot around hers so fast even she didn't detect it coming, causing her to lurch toward him

"dear Askara i believe you know exactly what i want and exactly how to get it"

"Never" she was so close to him, his breath touched her lips and she saw his quicksilver mind thinking evaluating, he was incredibly smart hence he became king. But everyone knows its not the king but the queen who will rule in the end.

And i intend to rule.

I brushed my lips against his slowly biting hard on his bottom lip drawing blood, i flicked my tongue out tasting his blood in my mouth drawing away pivoting on my heel i walked out chains swaying with my hips. I spared no backward glance but i knew his eyes followed me fixed on my back.