Hair
Xoscyl - January 17, 2006
Xoscyl sat atop her bed at the Crossroads Inn. In front of her
lay piles of hair, as she shakes out the contents of her last
sack. The hair is clumped into separate sections. A red pile,
black, white and blonde as well.
She sat staring at the covered bed, a grand grin spread upon her
face. This night had proved quite profitable for her. She had
just enough to start her crafting. She picked up a lock of red
hair between her thumb and fore finger, examining the bit of
blood that cling to one end. She sniffed the still fresh scent of
the red liquid and envisioned the nights activities.
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She stood on the battle field, gun in hand, the barrel still warm
from use, and adrenalin rushed through her perfect green skin.
Her eyes shown brightly as she tracked a dwarf that ran for
cover. Her right fore finger tightened and the smell of sulfur
filled the air. Smoke poured from the silver barrel and the Dwarf
jerked in mid air. Pouring from the gaping wound in his chest was
blood the color of his long, tangled hair. Xoscyl grinned as the
Stubby pest fell to the floor with a cold thump!
Coolly she strutted her way to the body. The Dwarf lay face first
in the dirt. With her booted foot she flipped the dead stump
over, it's arm flopping as it went. The silver haired Orc knelt
down, grabbing the blood red beard in her left hand, twisting it
around once. She then removed her skinning knife from it's sheath
on her back. Slowly and delicately, she cut the beard from the
hard skin. Careful not to damage the locks, she finishes the job
and wipe the blood from her blade, then sheathed the tool.
Grinning, she opened a bag on her left hip, revealing a bundle of
red hair.
As she placed the tangled locks into the sac, her animal
companion, Latagu, comes striding up beside her with a dwarf
beard, still attached to some skin, in his mouth. She grinned at
the lion, taking the unit, and put it into a separate bag from
the rest. "Good boy. There be much meat for you tonight." She
scratched behind the animal's ear.
She stood and looked about for another target, only to see the
many bodies littering the grounds.
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With a grin on her face, proud of her achievements, she scraped
away the drying liquid that had once pumped through a dwarf's
veins, and began to braid. She braided every lock together, and
it was well into the night before she held before her, a finished
product. Only... it would never be finished. The braided hair in
her hands formed a rope with one frayed end. The colors
intertwined and created a pleasing effect.
Grinning she thought to herself, "Finally, it is started. The
pride of the Dwarfs will sit amongst my side and I shall add to
it with every beard I cut from their dead carcasses. My revenge
shall be made... it has begun..."