[Flashback] Shall I define justice? [Ana]

by **Blayze** on March 5th, 2012, 9:26 pm

74th of Winter, 511AV

It was a normal morning, or as normal a morning as one in Sunberth could be. The icy haired Konti was up to no good, as per usual, after making a silent escape from a bar brawl that was spilling out onto the street even as she walked off, pulling up the hood of her coat. Maybe she wouldn't have had to make an escape if she hadn't started the damn thing, but what was life without a little excitement? Besides, pissing people off beyond belief was incredibly entertaining.

A grin pinned the corners of her mouth to her cheeks as she strolled down the street, a slight arrogance to her walk, hips swaying with her steps. It was an arrogance born from seasons of proving that size and strength weren't the only tools one needed to survive. Of course, enlightening people to her skills with her weapons of choice, not to mention her wit, had gone straight to her head. Obviously. It was a joke of hers that she would have been better off being born male, it seemed to suit her more. The cocky attitude, the temper, the pride. Every inch of her personality screamed "I'm an arrogant bastard. Yes that's right, I am in fact a guy." Her lack of table manners didn't help.

It also meant she avoided flirting with anyone at any and all costs, although she got a bit more sociable when ale was involved, but even then she had a way of chasing off suitors. There was something rather intimidating about a girl who didn't appear to be out of her teens, but who could hack you limb from limb in a matter of moments. That, coupled with her constant swearing, spitfire temper and voice like a barking dog didn't really make for an overly attractive young Konti.

In short, she was more appealing when seen, not heard.

The thoughts were rather depressing ones and she pushed them to the back of her mind. It wasn't a good way to bide one's time. So instead, she let her mind wander to more pleasant things. Like the weather.

Her boots crunched against the slush underfoot. Winter was surrendering to spring without a fight, but it would be a while before all the snow disappeared. Blayze pulled up the edge of her scarf to block a cold breeze from her face. Her voice was still a canine growl and she didn't need the temperature making it any worse. A sigh escaped her. It looked like it was going to be a boring day.

She hated boring days.

by **Ana Sol Starris** on March 23rd, 2012, 11:09 pm

Trouble always seemed to start in the morning, it was an odd, inkling feeling Ana had but one none the less! She had been going about her buisness as usual, sneaking, scurrying, always the one to be on the look out for nearby danger. Yes, danger, the kind that seemed to be in her gangly little bodies way that posed any type of threat. Slinking about, Ana had a tune in her head, it went a little like drums then a little like flutes and whistles. Was her mind really this off task, or unattentive? Of course it was, sleep depravation did that to ones mental stability.

Actually, the little thief was in a trance, a mood, a really good mood despite that awful feeling of trouble winding its way into her path. It placed a skip in her step, humming a horribly off tune sound and even waved her hands about as if constructing a poorly planned orchestra. To any normal person, they would have thought her insane but in Sunberth this was the norm, people acting crazy, lunatics really. Insomnia, what a beautiful yet horrendous thing to the tired mind, it made everything oh so much more hilarious than they really were.

"Da-da-ta-ah-ta" she breathed out, moving her hands do a strange wave motion up and down while doing an even stranger turn, so she was walking backwards and moving wavily. Poorly. Poor form, cruddy dancing, it was only when she heard a loud bang behind her did she snap out of her stupor. Seemingly to have jumped a foot high, Ana turned around as quickly as she had freaked, only to see a mangy mutt sniffing about a pile of unused planks of wood and trash. Ana watched the mutt, unsure of what to do.

Then she was angry with red crossing her vision, it was a sudden rageful feeling at the creature that the little thief picked a stone up and chucked it at the mangy mongrel, letting out a sharp yell at it. The small stone struck the mutt, just barely, but the dog gave a small yelp and ran. This was the little thiefs mistake. Just as she began to pass the corner, muttering to herself irritatedly as a few men walked towards her. One of the men, out of three looked as if an idea had dawned upon him. He made a motion at Ana, looking at his friends and they seemed to dash at her like the vermin they were.

Run the petch away!!

Stiffening, fearful, then letting her legs explode, Ana made an attempt to run away from the men. But really, it only took a few long strides for him to catch her by the cloak and tug violently backwards. Shoving her into a wall and kneeing her in the gut, punching her hard repeatedly until she stopped struggling to get away, she gave a choked gasp, yelping just as the mutt had out of pain, eyes watering as air was knocked from her lungs and pain surged through her body. The other man behind the one who had caught Ana, the two were making jokes and laughing, typical Sunberthians.

The vile man who held Ana by her cloak, his voice was deep but not at all attractive "ain't ya a ugly little t'ing, bet you're so ugly t'at you 'aven't even 'ad it yet.." he laughed in her face, spittle flying out "or maybe yo' are a 'hore!"

Ana gritted her teeth more from pain, but also from the foul smell coming from his mouth, it was awful! Vomit worthy. What the petch is he talking about?! Ana thought, frightened, the things they seemed to be planning.. Didn't sound too good at all.

The two were so busy talking, laughing, and planning what they could do to Ana that they hadn't noticed the Konti woman nearby.

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by **Blayze** on April 1st, 2012, 9:48 pm

Blayze had only glimpsed the human girl's attempt at escape when she was dragged back by the brutes who called themselves men. She almost kept walking. She almost ignored the situation. She almost didn't care. But something inside her screamed with a rage that was instinctual. Merciless. And pissed the petch off. Images flashed through her head of snapped necks and mangles bodies, blood soaked ground and sightless eyes. She was suddenly very aware of the tiger hooks pressed against her back and the scimitar at her side. The Konti felt duty burning in the pit of her stomach. She would hack bone from sinew and blood would be spilt across the Berthian street.

Because you never, ever hit a girl.

She shrugged and the pack and weapons came off her shoulders. Then off came her coat and the latter as well as her pack were stuffed in a nearby barrel, which, praise to Ovek, was empty and dry. She then turned to the situation at hand, jade eyes narrowed to slits. The cackling laughter of the vermin in front of her grew quiet at the sound of many swords being unsheathed. The three looked up at almost the same moment to see the petite White Isle woman standing before them, curved blades in hand, anger carved into every line of her face. And they laughed. It took every ounce of willpower in the Konti to stop her from impaling the nearest bastard there and then. Control. She needed to stay in control, otherwise everything would go to shyke. So she did. The nearest of them staggered towards her, and she stood perfectly still, swallowing the bile that rose when she caught a whiff of him. Control. Even when she watched him size her up like a piece of meat. Control.

"Well, well, well, another 'un's come 'a join in. Well, she's pretty, that's fer sure. But whadya doin' playin' with them shords? Shords aren' fer girls. Ainnat roight, mate?"

He turned back to look at his comrade. Something in her snapped. She flew forward in a blur of white and when she came to a stop, it was with his throat pinned by her blades, one on either side of his neck. He was still, eyes wide in fear. Blayze reigned the anger in, locking it up tightly. She wasn't going to lose it. No. At least, not yet.

"You filthy excuses for people are the reason Sunberth's such a petching shykehole! Now, if you're smart, you can all walk away with all of your limbs intact and your heads still on your shoulders. If you're stupid, well, you won't be walking away."

There was a chilling silence. She had their attention.

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