Burn Your Kingdom Down

She came from the west. Upon dark clouds she rode, her arrival in the eastern parts of Alacritia heralded by lightning strikes and heavenly trumpets. Her feet danced across the earth as she moved between trees and grass, staying in the shadows of the land. It was here that she clung, like a survivor tossed against the ocean rocks. Inches from chaos, she dwelt. It was all around her, and served as her driving force. She lived to see men bend their knee to save their burning kingdoms. But she was both the kerosene and the torch. Business had led her to the east, her desire for targets outweighing her eagerness for hunting. The battle that she had incurred while in the battlegrounds satiated her hunger for now. Adrenaline fueled her steps, and although hunger gnawed her belly, there was a deeper seated desire that propelled her now. She was a creature of habit.


Kalypso found herself in the thicket soon after the males had congregated. Her eyes traced the outlines of the pair, her flaming eyes casing the situation before she found herself flung into it. The two were rather odd, indeed ? one impossibly arrogant, while the other stayed rather quiet through the ordeal. She skirted the outsides of the thicket, sticking close to the shadows until she was behind the male atop the boulder. Long legs moved forward with languid precision. The tall grasses parted at her breast, sweeping with touching fingers along her blue sides. Sunlight caressed liquid gold across her frame. Are you trying to hint that you prefer small men? Her contralto voice pierced the silence. To each his own, I suppose.