Miss. White

The weather outside is frightful as we are flying through the snow that’s beating hard against our face as the dragon below us is panting hard trying to stay in the air with all its wounds and lacerations from a terrible battle fought earlier. We peer down below as screams of battle pierce our view with bodies strewn for miles around as a major offensive is occurring in front of us and that is exactly where we are heading towards. Battle and a probable death. But who cares, as long as I win the end.

I pull out my mirror and peer through and the gaze I received back truly frightening me as that person is unrecognizable to me. To the battle below. I lean forward as I nudge my dragon ride to go down and that she does with the wind and cold snow beating against my already red face.

As we get close in on the field below I pull back the reins and I rest my butt gently back into the saddle as I leap off into the air pulling out my ancient Japanese Hanzo sword chopping a golden-haired warrior was at the wrong place but at the right time for me as I take his life effortless and he falls. His Companion attempts the same feat and with the same deadly results. Chop. Chop. Chop!

A gust of wind blows and a mist thick like molasses, a thick fog blows everything out of view as I am lost now. I am reaching around to find my way and at the ready if an attacker should and will for sure jump out and take a nibble or a big bite outta me. So, I must prevent that from happening. Gotta be on the lookout. What’s that! Oh, just a dead imp. A mutilated Gargoyal. Yep, we have them here too.

From above we can see that this wintry morn is in a thick Fog of War, is blowing its freezing breath onto an already scorched battlefield. In the patches they are revealing the many dead, dying, crying human warriors in golden full-metal gear, orcs and gargoyles in similar black metal; men and beast striking swords, arrows piercing men and beast, all half swallowed by that greater monster, the fog from the dragons.

The smell of death lingers in the air as I try to make my way to my arch enemy, my nemesis, my sworn enemy, my foe and possibly prey. Oh yeah, we were once best buds. But that is for later.

The screaming of birds of prey as they chomp in the thick cloudy canopy of foggy darkness. Will they eat me too if I am mutilated?

A gust of wind blows past me and it reveals the sad effects of war. Hundreds of mangled, torn-apart bodies massed all around this blood pooled battlefield; horses, half horse and Men or women, golden men and women; hybrid human-wolves, and other animal hybrid creatures are among them carpet the blood-drenched earth. Red, black, and greenish blood are all mixing as the screams of war pierce the air all around me now. Some are so close they move past without seeing me. Good! I want to save my energy for the actual fight ahead. Hey! What is that shadowy silhouette ahead? Is that her? No, it cannot be, that. She. He is way too confident.

We can see from her point of view a lone Warrior walking the field with similar ancient Japanese Hanzo sword in her left hand. Steam-punk battle gear.

I almost crap my pants when I see who it is...

The woman turns, and it is Snow White - Snowie is her nickname. Can you imagine everywhere you go they call you Snow White? Hey Snow White, can you get me this? Hey Snow White, would you like to go out for lunch? That would be awfully tiresome. So we call her Snowie. And can you imagine the actor or actress Kathryn Winnick from the hit TV series Badlands as her? I could not. I would better play her than the Antagonist of this devious fairytale. She was a badass as am I. I digress!

Snowie is not Snow White at all. She is a hybrid creature of some sort. She has cat-like ears, a look of a tiger; the stripes, the color of the hair, facial features, the whole gambit. She looks like a woman tiger! She walks with a deadly confidence that takes Cinderella back on her feet as she pulls back, wondering if it truly is her. The face, the eyes! Yeah, the eyes. You cannot change them. The eyes are the windows to the soul, as my stepmother used to say. Look at the eyes and you look at the genuine person.

Snowie has tiger cat-ears, long cat-tail that has a mind of its own as it wishes back and forth, encircling her waist, her neck and back to the rear again as if it is feeling around her back checking for anything that may try to sneak up on her. A truly impressive feature to have when you’re in a battle such as this one. She has very long cat-whiskers that to move, feeling her way around in the fog. She has crazy black hair, cat-fur on arms, neck, her whole person who is a tough, hardened wildling warrior; confident hunter, drenched In black and green blood.

The path is slippery with spouting blood as a dead-eyed, battle-tested warrior. She walks past dying ORC as it squirms at her feet. Stops. Raises sword. Stab. Screams. Her tail touches, feels around the dead creature, it touches its mouth as if to feel if it is still breathing. She smiles with deadly confidence. Her eyes lock on Cinderella ahead. She pushes her sword down further as the creatures arches up in pain. Dead.

Out of the dense foggy darkness a lone orc attacks. Snowie eyes still locked on me strikes with a deadly blow, decapitating it.

Snowie´s long tail raises to the sky as does her whiskers and she readies for the attack as a hideous Gargoyal appears from above. Grabs her shoulders. She spins out of its grip, slicing upward, Effortlessly gutting it. Black blood and guts pour down from behind her as she marches forward as the ruthless warrior.

I just stand there admiring the view and her deadly confidence, and I am very surprised. This is my war. I started it and by all that matters in this life, I will complete my mission. Just look at her smugness. She really thinks she can take me?

The fog blows in as the sound of dragons are fighting causing more smoke as the blast of fire echoes all around us as they screech, beating of wings that send whirlwinds or little eddies all around us and I disappear from Snowie´s view.

All alone in the thick cloud of fogginess Snowie with a snake-like figure of entrails hangs around her neck like a necklace as she continues like this, looking for orc or dark dressed warriors who are still alive exacting this same treatment. More fog swims past her, blotting out the dead and leaving just her walking with sword drawn in hand. Ready to attack at anything that jumps out at her.

Hideous screams of dragons tearing each other apart as the crunching sound echos and then the scream of the other dragon receiving this attack. Flapping of wings sounds like a Chinook helicopter taking off, kicking up winds, fog, smoke from the fire-breathing fighters.

Snowie speaks to herself. I hope that Esmerilda is okay. My precious little baby. Where is that Cindi? That usurper, that liar and deceiver! Where are you, you little witch!

I call out to her. Here Chicky, Chicky, Chicky. I come for a meal. I have come to finish tha job I started a month ago.

Purring like a cat, Snowie feels around herself with her tail and her long whiskers feel the air. I can smell and feel you Cindi.

A phantom figure stands opposing Snowie’s advance. The silhouette moves out of the foggy shadows.

Ancient Japanese Lute music explodes, revealing Cinderella or Cindi for short is being played by the by the actor: Emily Beecham from the same Badlands TV show would be my first pick. Who’s dressed in a very cool looking not Steam-Punk but an ancient authentic all black (of course) Samurai ancient battle gear, similar Hanzo sword, matching Kimono underneath, face is as a Geisha - paint all white but with a crazy joker smile, All black eyes and splattered in red blood, a very determined hunter. Ambles forward with sword drawn, Stops. Eyes locked on Snowie whose tail is spinning around her quick, nervous. Cindi stops, not even looks, stabs an already golden warrior at her feet. He reaches up with his hand as if to say no, please let me live. But she ignores his pleas as he grabs her legs, she stabs down. Killing the squirming soldier on the ground. He groans loudly.

Silence.

Another attacker comes out of the fog and he is a blond golden male warrior looking for revenge and her head explodes out of the mist. Like an expert in craft of war Cindi as if this is child’s play, drops to her knees in a Matrix Move on her back as large broad sword flies over her head and torso. She vaults up into the air onto his shoulders as two more golden boys join in on the fun. She rides this very large framed man, fighting as he is helpless in her death grip.

The other warriors attack and her throat jabs, killing the nearest one as blood projectile sprays as he goes down holding the neck. The man she is riding tries to spin away, but like a cowboy riding his bronc, she spins him back protecting her as next attacker strikes her rider across his face. He goes down and she rides this beast all the way down.

Off by himself, tapping his broadsword in his hand gives her applause as he goes on the offensive who is the last and best warrior.

They strike blade-to-blade violently brutal. He round-house kicks Cindi in the stomach, shocking her backwards and really pissing her off as she vaults and flies over him, striking down into his skull. With terrified shocking expression frozen on his face he goes down dead. She drags out her bloody sword and snatches the life blood off it. She stares at the silhouette of Snowie as the dragon very near them screams out. A hiss... Cindi knows that sound as she dives to the ground as an explosive fireball explodes over her head, narrowly missing her. I look up immediately to see if that attack did any damage to my hairy little ex-friend. I look at myself and I am lying in the pooled blood of my attackers. My dragon - Dougie sees me and I wave, but I look at myself and I am covered in the enemies’ blood. I raise my hands to say no when he’s attacked by that bitches dragon and he disappears into the mist. I jump to my feet and sling off all of that red slimy blood as best as I can. I reach down and wipe my hands on the dude I rode like a mechanical bull at a western saloon. I hear Snowie; she is close. I think she is hunting me. She is clever; I give her that. But nothing else. Nope. I take. Not give. She serves me. Now where did she go?

The fog blows out, revealing to us more carnage and the devastations of war. Light against darkness. Darkness against light as this lake of blood battlefield of fighting warriors on opposing sides: Golden vs. Dark warriors fighting an intense battle all around Cindi and Snowie.

No longer a shadowy figure since the wind has blown a sizeable hole in this thicket of fog Snowie with sword drawn resting in her right hand as her left holds the bit of this metal sharpened blade of death and destruction. There you are, my sweet Cindi. No more hiding. No more running away. Time to face your maker.

Chuckling and a roar of laughter Cindi sticks her sword into a dead guy and with both hands she belly laughs as Snowie creeps slowly in for the kill. Cindi is still laughing. Have you been practicing that line for this little special moment of ours? When you would come face-to-face, mono-e-mono? You truly beat all girlfriends.

With a loud burst of tiger, she screams out. Purrr! Roar! We are no long that.

Pulling her sword from the dead guys she slings the blood onto the ground as she looks down shaking her head. Calm down tiger Lilly. You really think being a tiger cat woman will save you from me?

Snowie roars. Let us see here and now.

Cindi pounces for and attack in a defensive position with sword drawn and ready for anything. Well, lets bring it!

Both circle, panting out steam of smoke in front of the cold icy morning, as their feet pivoting, back-and-forth, circling their prey. Two women warriors stop, facing each other, swords up in position ready to strike. Stop circling now. Closer and closer to one another. Slight steps, their feet twisting back and forth.

Grips on the handles of swords.

Screams and roars of dragons fighting.

They are both breathing heavily, confidently with swords to their sides ready for an attack or for the offensive, when they spot an opportunity they will invade without hesitancy.

Their feet moving closer, closer.

Snowie´s eyes stare steady as death look is permanent.

Cindi´s eyes are smiling, loving this, and evil eyes stare.

Blood dripping from swords of each.

Both scream out in a high pitch and they make their assault.

Blades clash and blood splatters from each blade.

Snowie´s black hair flies around her face.

Cindi´s red bloody hair snaps back behind her.

Both standing their ground, striking, defending, simple child’s play. They stop.

Evenly matched. Breathing heavily. Holding up sword against sword, feet pivoting round and round as we...