NonSensi-Klown
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Kurogetsu visibly flinched for the seventy thousandth time that day as yet another volley of retaliatory artillery fire crashed around her. The noises of catapult missiles and the screams of dying warriors were giving her an ear splitting migraine. Before she could reorient herself from the last counter-attack, yet another volley of large stones bombarded a battlefield a few thousand meters away. To a human the noise would be nothing more then a faint crash in the distance, but to a being with enhanced hearing, it was torture. Kuro winced and held her hands to her ears, gritting her teeth so hard that her gums hurt. She writhed in pain upon the make-shift cot she had been sleeping in for the past week, and in her throes managed to bash the side of her forehead hard against her small holpon shield, which had been dangling from a rope attached to the top of the tent. The shield to the face, aside from hurting like hell, served as a wake-up call. Now more awake and able to clearly focus, she closed her eyes and summoned the dark energies within her. A quick utterance and a moment later, all of the sounds went away. It was a momentary deafening spell. It would wear off in a couple of minutes, but by then she'd be fully awake and could tune out what she wanted to hear and what she didn't want to hear.
Kuro stretched her arms and froze momentarily as she felt her left hand fall on a lump under the single blanket. Kuro shifted her head slightly and her feeling of curiosity turned to that of irritation as her eyes rested on the still form of the Elf soldier (She did not care to know his name) she had spent the night with. With an exasperated sigh she jabbed at the sleeping soldier, trying to rouse him. The fool was supposed to have been gone by now...
"Is there any particular reason as to why you're still here?" She demanded. "Shouldn't you be off getting your limbs hacked off or something? Well?! " When the Elf did not stir, Kurogetsu scowled and jabbed at him harder. She jabbed him a couple more times before it became obvious that something was wrong. Kuro pulled her hand back and rubbed her fingers together; they were damp.
"Oh... damn it. Not again. “ She muttered to herself and rolled her eyes. She grabbed the blanket covering the soldier and roughly pulled it off of him, exposing his bare upper body. Vampires see the world in a different "light" then most other species. Specifically, they see things in shades of orange and red. Animals are generally seen in a light orange while non-living or plant entities show up as a darker orange. Warm blood shows up as a bright crimson while cold blood shows up as a dark red. While the cot itself was a dark orange, the Elf was a brighter orange. There were, however, large specks and sloshes of dark and light red liquid scattered all over his upper torso. In particular, there was a rather large accumulative puddle of crimson blood under his neck. Kuro ran two fingers over his neck, and stopped when they rested upon the two tell-tale puncture holes on his jugular. It was apparent, that yet another member of the male species had fallen prey to her notorious “love nip”. Oh, the things one does when embraced by the heat of passion!
Kurogetsu brooded over the corpse and the mess she had made a moment longer before shrugging and putting the tips of her two blood soaked fingers into her mouth, savoring the taste. Kurogetsu sat-up and shoved the dead Elf over the edge of the cot face first onto the floor below, then stepped out of it herself to get dressed. After putting on her clothes Kurogetsu untied the flap of the tent and walked out.
The **** is the shenanigans? crylaugh