With China in her hand

Daenys Sgiathatch · 05-22-2010, 05:13 AM

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The traps had held a pair of fine rabbits, and the woman, dressed in the sun’s vivid colours, had abandoned the servant temporarily as dinner was being prepared and put over the flames borrowed from the greatest god of all. Four legged still, the deviant woman elegantly made her way towards the little stream they had found earlier that same day. It was her underling that was supposed to bring her the clear liquid, but the woman wanted refreshments now and cared little to wait for the slow canine to retrieve anything. There were rules and regulations that once had been so crucial when she had been an official; the youngest blood of the dragon and the being closest to immortality. She could feel the pure soul-fire burn inside her chest. She was still worthy, and so the Great Gods chose to accept her unusual circumstances. Of course, this is all for them.

She was pleasantly surprised that she found the running water instantly. It was clear that her sense of direction was improving. It was dangerous though, as this could very easily be an early sign of weakness within her. She would never have needed intuition or knowledge about survival within the crystal water walls of the royal quarter in the heart of Beijing. It was below her—she had much more important matters to attend to. Always. It was her destiny to rule an entire dynasty, not search for water and meals. Her nose dipped slightly down into the clear water and a tongue started leaping at it moments after. It flushed soothingly down her throat. Refreshed, the woman settled down on her vividly coloured haunches and started to clean out her beautifully smooth fur—another task that the future queen never should have to do.

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