Kirabel Val'thras

When the Drums Sound

A finger tapped against the polished wood of her desk, a raucous gesture of idle annoyance as mind continued to tick off completed tasks with each rap of manicured digit.

“ Have you come to a decision, Captain? Your contract is coming up for renewal and intelligence is getting antsy. Will you continue in your work with them?”

Mind had warped over the screams that rang through the decrepit recesses of her mind, specks of dried blood picked from beneath her fingernails a fine powder on top of the pristine white vellum that awaited her signature. But all Kirabel the Vicious could do was think about the way gilded hands moved down the feline arch of her spin in a roiling through of pleasure, a kiss placed in gentle accompaniment of a delicate word that somehow soothed and made her want to rage against the gentility of it. Such tender thoughts had no place in her mind, shattering breaks of light through the shadows she danced in and left her crimson prints in a gory trail.

But how such notions of the heart gave her pause, upper lip a wry twist at the pangs of missing him she got when duty called. It was such hesitations that sent these bumbling idiots to her home to collect he

The click of finger continued, a finger resting idle in a curve against her lips in mulling contemplation - leaving the Sin’dorei Officials shifting uncomfortably with eyes cast towards one another. It was felt, these awkward stares and the nervous stench that leaked sweaty assaulted her nose causing a kittenish wrinkle of disgust. Lashes fluttered, celadon eyes with a deadened glass eye stare rested on the pair.

“ I’ll need to make an edit or two to the fine print and then send it back for either clarification or amending of the current text. I don’t wish to be bound to the Horde as a whole but merely our people and you can tell that to the Banshee Bitch herself.”

There was an intake of breath, another stuttering shuffle.

“ Now, get the fuck out and quit wasting the good air in here with your putrid breath.’

Stumbling to hurry out from beneath the cutting pierce of luminous sights, the envoys departed with a slow closing of the door.

Kirabel was alone once more to ponder, a depthless sigh swelling up past lips in a freedom of release before that collected creature unfurled and broke, hanging champagne crown with fingers lacing through strands as if trying to contain all the messy thoughts within.

Golden kisses, bloody near misses.