I failed to write a post last week, and therefore decided to make that post up today. I went through the choices that I had through-out the week and found this post to be the one that I was most interested in taking on today.
Daily Post Prompt: groupTHINK
Some Background: I struggle with writing. It’s my dream though, I have thousands of ideas, but I lack that ability to actually focus, and the drive and ambition to get things done. I know this, and I’m trying to get over that and finally finish one of the story ideas. This is part of a conversation between a vicious ruling queen, and a werewolf type of man whom she has captured to build her army from.
“You’ve killed many of my men. For that, you deserve no mercy from me!” the Queen said in a low voice. Shades danced across her face as the candles that lit the room flickered in the wind. The man on the floor lay limp as her guards held his arms. Chains were strung across his back, shackling his wrists and his ankles. His hair was wet with sweat, and his skin streaked in blood.
“What are you?” she demanded, her eyebrows knotting together quizzical as she analyzed him. “Look at me when I speak to you, you wretched animal!” Her voice picked up into an angry shout at the end, her words vibrating off the stone walls even causing several of her men to flinch. She was not known for her kindness. “I’m not the animal.”
The Queen’s facial expression softened into joyous delight, “How are you not? I have heard that you have the power of the wolf. You steal an animals form. Are there others like you?” The animal lifted his head, and the Queen’s dark blue eyes met with the warm brown of the creatures, and his lips parted, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” the smile on her face twisted into an ugly sneer, “You don’t know! You are senseless like an animal. I have your life in my hands, to crush as I see fit!”
“Then crush it. You will not have power over me.” said the creature on stone floor. The Queen stood sharply, her height was not short, she barely stood below her men. The dress that adorned her body was simple, and of deep purple. Long dark curls swung loosely about her waist, and the sight of her was near beauty to behold. With long strides she reached the creature. Her fingers reached out to grab his strong chin, and her long fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his jaw and cheeks, “No, that’s too good for you. You destroyed my warriors, you’ll create them. Stronger, and better. Only after I have used you to a wrinkled starving mess will I kill you.” With a quick jerk, she pushed his face downward, “Take him to the Sorcerer! I want to know who and what he is, and where I can find others!”