Queen of the Deep - Warrior's Welcome

The trek up the mountain was an arduous one. This Queen climbed ever upwards as if she were on a calming stroll. Ikinya, not one to be outmatched by a woman, even a hadithi woman, struggled to keep, but struggled even more to look as if he were equally not bothered by the climb.

“You waste too much of your energy on appearances boy. It would serve you better to focus on the terrain than on your composure.” Teleza commented as she strode ahead. Ikinya was annoyed. Was there nothing he could best this beastly woman at?

Snow White and Rose Red: Part 3 - Snow in Heat

She stood in front of the full length mirror, as she always did at times like these. Her riding boots had been kicked off at the door. Slowly, she pealed her leather pants from her shapely legs. Her trademark leather jacket fell next with a soft thwump on the carpeted bedroom floor. Next the badly torn red blouse was removed and dropped in a pile with the rest. Finally, her black bra fell to the ground freeing her pert, full breasts resembling ripe melons dipped in chocolate and tipped in Hershey’s kisses.

   

Snow surveyed her cuts and bruises across her torso and arms with disdain. There were more on her back that she could feel but not see.  She hadn’t earned these. These markings were only the result of an explosion she did not sense would happen soon enough. The others would call her careless, possibly even sloppy, but she didn’t care. The others hadn’t been trapped here in this place. The others hadn’t been chained to a reality for time untold.