Camory - War Witches join the fray
May 26 02:15:47 2007

Frustrated, the huge dragon bellowed in the deepest voice he could
muster. "CAMORY. SHOW ME THESE TROOPS I HAVE BEEN LONG AWAITING."
The myriad swaths of fabric hanging inside the tent began to flutter and
sway. It was as though a gentle hand were gliding across the silken sheets,
silently announcing the arrival of an otherworldly presence. Into the
presence of the esper dragon king stepped a young lady. Her shaggy bangs
completely covered both eyes, making it a mystery how she was able to see
her surroundings, let alone step into the presence of the powerful creature
with such confidence. The remaining hair was braided and roped into a
pattern which resembled ram's horns spiraling out from her head. "Your
period of waiting is inconsequential. I obey the strict terms of your
contract, not you." "WENCH! By the terms of said contract, you obey
whoever I decide! SHOW ME THE WARRIORS." With an acquiescent nod, the
girl with eyes hidden motioned to the tent flaps. Ripples like the waves of
a gentle ocean suddenly swept across the draped cloth of the tent enclosure.
Invisible hands upon the breeze appeared to part the tent's entrance flaps.
Within moments, several women clad in identical red leather outfits had
sauntered their way in. Several of them flipped their hair, adjusted their
outfits, polished the single metal gauntlet they each wore on one arm, and
performed other various actions to clearly purvey they were unenthusiastic.
"As you wish, these are the elite of the troops our Queen has sent you."
Bahamut took his time looking the women up and down. "... A bunch of
... Girls? SURELY she could have spared more power!" The red light of
anger flickered through the illuminated eyes of the esper. Unphased, the
shaggy archer before him motioned to her troops once more. "I assure you
that you will find no better troops. We merely await your commands to prove
ourselves." A single onyx-taloned claw was raised to scratch at the
closest semblance of Bahamut's chin. "Ohhhhhh really now..." A slow
smile spread across his face. "And what do you call these troops under
your command, Falling Star?"

The young lady smirked, eyes still shrouded by the profusion of
bangs falling across her face. "These are Deneb's War Witches, at your service."