Endless

Endless Ch7

          Morier moved back towards her cottage anger stricken with thoughts she was forced to recall. She rose her foot to the door and kicked it open with a force that caused it to stick in an open position against the wall. She was in the mood to practice. She lifted a box of cigarettes from the ground next to her bed of feathers, and pulled one from its position and placed it between her red luscious lips, as if she cared about complications in health, she hadn’t the lungs to destroy to begin with. She slipped a lighter into her bra, where she stored most things. She looked over her shoulder to her pride and joy that sit on the concrete floor near the door. Her Dark Sentinel. The sword she used since the death of – she wouldn’t finish the thought, fond of the way it worked with her, she slipped her shoes onto her feet and moved to the weapon. Tossing the smaller convenient blade onto the bed. She stomped down onto the butt of the sword kicking it up into the air before her. Spinning 360 degrees she grasped the base perfectly in the palm of her hand sliding the protective cover from the slender blade the mesmerizing sound of the metal grazing metal ringing as it became exposed. She smiled now tossing the cover to lay alongside the smaller weapon on the bed. She moved from the room she called her home and back into the moonlight. Dancing upon the snow, moving her palm up the blade before she shot it out to her right rising both arms overhead, she exhaled deeply continuing on with her routine. She turned throwing her arm out weapon in hand as her focus was cut she looked up from her exercise into a pair of keen eyes not far from her. Her back arched as she stood straight up lowering the weapon not down to her side, but away from aiming directly towards him. Though she stood down he still came off as a threat, or maybe she just wished he was, because she was in the mood to play. A smirk crossed across her lips, she stuck the sword into the snow beside her for a brief moment, just enough time to pull the lighter from her bra and flick it. Ignition of the flame. She moved it swiftly to her cigarette and it caught. She inhaled sharply tossing the lighter off to her left and into the snow. She grasped onto the stick between her fingers lowering it down while raising her weapon. Oh, how she was in the mood to play. And I’ll do it one handed. She thought to herself as she took another puff.