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The nurses stood with their heads bowed, uniforms pristine and perfect as they lined both sides of the hall. Silence descended and then the footsteps could be heard... graceful and perfectly timed steps, she blew into the hall, her nose up in the air, her green eyes sparkling defiantly.
Blonde curls cascading down her beautiful face as she glanced sideways at the nurses on both sides. And then she began walking once more, inspecting, challenging... an arrogant smile playing upon on her face. None dared to match her gaze, all staring at the floor as the woman glided onwards.
She finally made it to the end and then turned to face them.
‘Anything?’ Her voice was dreadfully sweet yet still commanding.. as if challenging anyone to come close enough to test whether the honey speckled voice was as innocent as one would think at first.
The woman closest to her right raised her head and looked at her - long black hair flowed around her perfectly formed face and even her lips seemed to twist in an appetising manner as she spoke.. the faintest of voices just barely audible:
‘He is releasing more and more.. already whole groups from the holding cells.’
The blonde haired woman looked back, the astonishment clear on her face. ‘Anything else Lynne?’ she asked.
Once more the faintest of sounds yet so alluring:
‘The Master wants you to remove this thorn.. this magi once and for all.. Madam. ’
The blonde haired woman widened her eyes and laughed, letting the music reverberate through the hall.
‘If the Master wishes it, it will be so. When I find that creature, I am going to...’
The woman seemed to almost shudder, her right arm running up the side of her body as if the thought was somehow giving her some sort of deep pleasure, biting her own lip as the sensation finally eased. ‘I so love hunting Lynne and this time I am going to remove that little man once and for all, no matter what it takes’.
Lynne nodded back and then returned her gaze to the floor. Head Nurse Safana stared up at the ornately decorated hall and the intricate murial on the ceiling. She clicked her tongue and snapped her fingers as if hearing some piece of private music before balling both her fists together so they made a terrible cracking sound. She raised her right arm suddenly, and the other nurses flowed out of the hall leaving her standing alone at the far end.
Turning on her heels, she moved to the wall behind and placed her hands against it so that it glowed briefly before sliding to the side revealing a decorated ornate sword that glowed dimly red and on the shelf beside it some leather armour composed of many straps - seeming to provide minimum protection with maximum atheistic pleasure.
She reached for it taking it from its holding pins and after delicately balancing it on her hand, pointing it at her own neck. Smiling to herself, she slashed downwards hard allowing her nurse uniform to shread and fall to her feet. Standing there for a moment naked as if basking in her own perfection, she reached for the leather armour. She stood there holding it in her hands and then pulled it. It barely covered her modesty but was perfect at emphasing ‘her’ in all her beauty and that was all she needed. After all, what exactly did ‘she’ need protection from anyway? She ‘adored’ this form of hers so she saw little reason to hide it from anyone.
After a few practice slashes which came with amazing speed and skill, she sheathed in behind her within a well positioned loop and pressed against the wall letting it slide close.
And then she walked out of the room, those beautiful gold curls sparkling behind her in the eerie light of the hall.
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