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dethoratsPrompt: Fever
Word Count: 544
Pale, thin youth, Siere was, now that Miera was looking at him again instead of doing her best not to ogle the sorceress lying at her feet, fully naked. The knife that the sorceress had threatened him with had cut neatly through the ties at the waist of his pants and the clothing now rested in a puddle of brown fabric around his ankles. Whether that had been the woman’s aim or if she had truly intended to slice his flesh, Miera couldn’t tell yet. Her eyes settled instead on the proof of the prone female’s prowess, the flushed curve of flesh that is nestled still mostly erect between the boy’s downy thighs. Siere made another noise, and this time Miera recognized it as the mortified and frightened thing that it was. Chains rattled as he strained against them, instinct to cover himself from their gazes hampered by his position along the wall.
Torn between pity and laughter, Miera kept an eye on the still-giggling sorceress and took a step towards her target. Her axe was still drawn before her and she waved it threateningly at the woman she’d knocked to the floor in warning. “You stay where you are.”
Another step towards Siere and the baron’s son whimpered and pressed back into the cold grey rock. She must have looked, she guessed, rather intimidating. She was large for a woman, although only slightly bigger than average when compared to her countrymen. With the leather armor, the daggers at her hips and the admittedly massive battle axe in her arms, she probably scared the poor boy out of his wits. He didn’t act like he knew what was going on and Miera supposed he had no idea she was there to rescue him. Still with half of her attention on the sorceress, she lowered the axe slightly and softened her voice.
“Siere.” The boy jerked at the mention of his name, confirming that she was really and truly in the right place and Miera sighed. “Siere, your father sent me to rescue you. Or at least, I was sent to rescue his child. I was under the impression that you were a girl.”
That earned her a snort from the reclining sorceress and Miera shot her a warning look before she moved forward again. “Regardless, I’m here to take you home. If you’ll hold very still, I’ll just strike these chains from the wall and we can go.”
The young man gave no response, only continued to gape at her open-mouthed like one of the large, slow fish that lived in the banks that formed at the roots of the drooping trees in the swamp. She didn’t need his permission, though, and so Miera hefted her weapon and gave him one more command. “Don’t move. This’ll just take a moment…”
Her attention distracted from the previously compliant sorceress for only the few scant seconds it took to raise her weapon in preparation of the strike, Miera didn’t hear or see the woman move. The hand that closed over her bare forearm and halted her blow was hot, feverish, and she jumped at the unexpected touch, whirling away to stand with her back to the curved wall and her axe brandished in front of her.
Word Count: 544
Pale, thin youth, Siere was, now that Miera was looking at him again instead of doing her best not to ogle the sorceress lying at her feet, fully naked. The knife that the sorceress had threatened him with had cut neatly through the ties at the waist of his pants and the clothing now rested in a puddle of brown fabric around his ankles. Whether that had been the woman’s aim or if she had truly intended to slice his flesh, Miera couldn’t tell yet. Her eyes settled instead on the proof of the prone female’s prowess, the flushed curve of flesh that is nestled still mostly erect between the boy’s downy thighs. Siere made another noise, and this time Miera recognized it as the mortified and frightened thing that it was. Chains rattled as he strained against them, instinct to cover himself from their gazes hampered by his position along the wall.
Torn between pity and laughter, Miera kept an eye on the still-giggling sorceress and took a step towards her target. Her axe was still drawn before her and she waved it threateningly at the woman she’d knocked to the floor in warning. “You stay where you are.”
Another step towards Siere and the baron’s son whimpered and pressed back into the cold grey rock. She must have looked, she guessed, rather intimidating. She was large for a woman, although only slightly bigger than average when compared to her countrymen. With the leather armor, the daggers at her hips and the admittedly massive battle axe in her arms, she probably scared the poor boy out of his wits. He didn’t act like he knew what was going on and Miera supposed he had no idea she was there to rescue him. Still with half of her attention on the sorceress, she lowered the axe slightly and softened her voice.
“Siere.” The boy jerked at the mention of his name, confirming that she was really and truly in the right place and Miera sighed. “Siere, your father sent me to rescue you. Or at least, I was sent to rescue his child. I was under the impression that you were a girl.”
That earned her a snort from the reclining sorceress and Miera shot her a warning look before she moved forward again. “Regardless, I’m here to take you home. If you’ll hold very still, I’ll just strike these chains from the wall and we can go.”
The young man gave no response, only continued to gape at her open-mouthed like one of the large, slow fish that lived in the banks that formed at the roots of the drooping trees in the swamp. She didn’t need his permission, though, and so Miera hefted her weapon and gave him one more command. “Don’t move. This’ll just take a moment…”
Her attention distracted from the previously compliant sorceress for only the few scant seconds it took to raise her weapon in preparation of the strike, Miera didn’t hear or see the woman move. The hand that closed over her bare forearm and halted her blow was hot, feverish, and she jumped at the unexpected touch, whirling away to stand with her back to the curved wall and her axe brandished in front of her.
