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Adult
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574
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Bronzed Memories
I hope that by uploading this story I can help my readers understand my character Kherrlayla a bit better. I realized in her story Three Wishes there wasn't much detail surrounding her. Hopefully this helps.
Kherrlayla is your typical femme fatale. She has beautiful cream white skin, long black hair, and gorgeous emerald eyes. Her features are very relaxed and gentle in appearance. This is half of her ploy; no one ever expects the quiet gentle one to be an assassin… She typically wears dark clothing. Most often it’s a single shoulder black leather jerkin that ties in the front. Then she has softer black leather low rise bottoms and typical black boots that are cut off at the ankle. At any other point in time she could be wearing something completely different. For example, when she’s in disguise. Her only distinguishing features are a scar across her left breast (over her heart) and a few tattoos. There’s a black star in the corner of her left eye, the symbol of her God on her right hip, and the eye of a bronze dragon on her lower back. Another item that is almost always worn is a rather special ring given to her by a very special friend. It’s a bronze ring she wears on a silver chain around her neck seeing as its too big for her fingers.
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Now for how Kherr and Ziazan met . . .
Kherrlayla grew up with several brothers in a poor village. She lived in a broken home with an abusive father and mentally unstable mother. Ever since she was a young girl she’s had to look out for herself. It wasn’t until she was 11 or so that a new family moved into their poor little town. Kherr and the new family’s son Malakai seemed to get along rather well. As they grew up together they only managed to grow closer. When she was 15 Malakai took her by the hand and gave her a small token of his love. It was a small bronze ring he had found a few months before when he was walking on a dirt road. Word spread to Kherr’s father that they were ‘going steady’ and he was none too pleased. In his mind Kherr was the only good woman in the house and wouldn’t have her leaving them. Malakai argued that Kherr needed to get out and see the world, that she was just a caged bird in her home for her father’s amusement. Needless to say a fight broke out. Kherrlayla watched on in horror as her father grabbed a bottle and smashed it on a table. As she saw him raise his arm she jumped in front of Malakai and took every bit of force from the blow to her chest. She was bleeding profusely and lost consciousness.
Within a few days Kherr finally woke up. She was in Malakai’s room, but there was no one to be found. She managed to get to her feet, though walking was a chore. She stopped in front of a mirror to see the damage. Her father had managed to run a gash clear across her entire left pectoral muscle. Not wanting to look any longer she grabbed one of Malakai’s old shirts and headed out of the house. There was nothing for miles. Everything Kherr could see lay in ruins. As she took in the horrible site a kind old man approached her. He explained to her that a battle between dueling dragons had caused the destruction. There were very few survivors, and almost no other buildings left standing. She was lucky he told her, for it was said that she was left for dead in that house. In an instant Kherrlayla’s world shattered, her emotions vanishing forever… The only feelings she had left were a sense of hatred towards dragons and her fellow man. As well as sorrow surrounding the love she lost, or was it the love that had forsaken her?
Kherr soon became a rogue assassin, specializing in quick, silent kills. Even at the age of 16, word of her skills spread far and wide. None knew her actual name; she had a few nicknames, but her true calling card was a single phrase. “Let me remind you how dying felt…” A true assassin indeed… Though she would kill without hesitation or even knowing the target she was not an evil person. She killed for the money and the mentality that these people had tried to do wrong, or kill others but failed. Thus everyone who takes it upon themselves to kill another must in turn be ready to accept the fact that others will try and kill them as well. She knew this law of karma all too well. She would slay corrupt humans as well as malicious beasts who threatened humanity, no questions asked. One day she was hired to take out a troublesome dragon. This was new territory for Kherr. She’d never encountered such a beast, or been given an assignment without the target’s crimes or motivation behind them. After first trying to decline the job, she was offered 9 times the original amount. It seemed as though it was rather important, and the pay wasn’t that bad either… So she reconsidered.
She arrived at a large swamp just outside the city where she and her client had met. All of the salt from the marsh stung her eyes, but Kherr was determined to pull of this painstakingly huge job. As she moved deeper into the swamp she made her first contact with her targets. There were 2 dragons, bronze wyrmlings by the looks of it, just innocently playing in a bog. ‘These can’t be the dragons I was sent here to kill’ she thought and pressed on. Deep within the wetlands she finally came upon a rather large male bronze dragon. He had just come back from a hunt and was delicately dividing up the cow carcass he had caught. Making a soft cooing noise he summoned his children. The 2 young dragons from before came bounding towards their father, right past Kherr. She was careful not to let them know she was there, but it seemed her attempts were in vain. The little wyrmlings squeaked excitedly to their father who in turn saw past the brush she was hiding in and looked Kherrlayla directly in the eyes. Acknowledging her loss Kherr came out of hiding and bowed to the gentle giant. He in turn nodded his head; returning the gesture. The wyrmlings were quite pleased by the whole ordeal and bounded into the swamp to investigate their new friend. Some began to splash about her feet while others nipped at her cloak and boots. Kherr wasn’t much of a ‘touchy feely’ person and had no desire to play with the young dragons. As she began thinking of ways to escape her guard seemed to fall a way. One of the wyrmlings, the runt in fact, managed to tackle her to the ground. In all of the confusion she managed to get caught up in her cloak and lose her ring pendant. Quickly the dragon father called his children back; he knew his human acquaintance was not pleased. Kherrlayla got to her feet and spat out the salty marsh water that she managed to nearly swallow. She noticed her beloved ring was gone. Frantically she began splashing around in hopes of finding it. A few moments later she gave up. Frustrated, she turned around and promptly made her way out of the swamp. Each of the wyrmlings seemed sad to see her go, but their father prompted them to stay and eat. The small runt, who had been hiding behind his father’s leg cautiously made his way into the water, ignoring his meal for the time being. The rest of his family was more interested in their food then what he was rummaging for in the swamp.
Halfway out Kherr noticed a large group of men carrying many weapons headed in the direction she had just come from. She didn’t pay much mind. She was already perturbed enough as it was. Just out of the swamp she removed her cloak and set it on a branch to dry. For a few moments she managed to relax against a rock and as she did she motioned to grab her beloved trinket, and remembered it was lost. Before she could become angry over that loss she heard many horrible noises, screeches and roars coming from within the marsh. Without thinking Kherr quickly jumped up, grabbed her cloak and ran back to the center of the swamp. As she sprinted she remembered the men marching past her, they had been following her out of the city when she came to think of it. They must have been sent by her client to make sure she did her job, and if she didn’t to finish it. By the time she reached the site the men were already wiping their blades and had packed up most of the dragon’s hoard. Outraged Kherrlayla brandished her blades and warned the men if they didn’t leave immediately she would do unto them what they had just done to the dragons. Knowing full well what she was capable of the men left with haste.
Kherr dropped to her knees in front of the father dragon and holding his rostrum began to sob. Not even an assassin would wish death upon an innocent individual as majestic and loving as he. Not wanting their death to be in vain she began to skin the father and remove all useable properties she could. Just as she was about to start on the wymlings she noticed one was still alive, unconscious but still breathing. She quickly grabbed it up and wrapped its trembling body in her cloak. The sun was setting and Kherr knew there was much work left to be done. So she started a fire and placed the cuddled wyrmling beside it. She knew it would be some time before it came to so she returned to preparing the rest of its family for their burial.
By the next morning Kherrlayla had taken everything that was of use from the dragons and was ready to give them a proper burial. Tears welled up in her eyes as she dug out each grave site. She finished the first 6 for the wyrmlings by noon and then began the daunting task of figuring out a way to bury the nearly full grown male. Sitting down to eat before such a feat began she noticed her cloak begin to move. The young dragon curled inside seemed to be coming to. Kherr picked up the bundle and found the bright eyed little runt had pulled through. A tear of joy rolled down her check and onto the little dragon’s forehead. He cutely shook his head in surprise and Kherr couldn’t help but laugh and fall in love with the little guy. Now fully awake he struggled for his freedom, which Kherr granted him, and unrolled her cloak. The wyrmling arched his back as he stretched and unfurled his wings. He seemed pretty happy, but then noticed his lifeless father only a few feet away. Lowering his head he walked over to him and nuzzled his father’s. Kherr’s heart sank. After a moment the little dragon backed away and then ran to what Kherr assumed was once their lair. She doubted she would see him again and began to pile the soft loamy earth on top of the massive dragon. Not too long after that the wyrmling appeared with something in its mouth, he walked up to Kherr and placed it at her feet. Then he turned around and started to almost burrow, kicking up the mossy dirt to help cover his father. Kherrlayla bent down and with a smile she picked up the silver chain that held her precious bronze ring. Through tear filled eyes she watched the little dragon work as hard as he could to bury his father and with the same passion and enthusiasm she reached for her shovel and worked with the wyrmling. By sundown the pair had finished. The poor little dragon was so worn out he could barely stand. Kherr made him a fire and as he slept by the flames she took out her satchel of coins and treasure. Using all of her white and black pearls she created a mosaic in the likeness of her God, Olidammara. Then on each of the wyrmling’s grave sights she placed either a silver or gold piece.
The next morning Kherr packed up her supplies and everything she had taken from the dragon and his kin into her dimensional bag. She didn’t want to wake the little wyrmling still sleeping by the now dying fire. As she softly crept away the small dragon’s head perked up, and he looked to her with his big emerald eyes and her heart melted. She knew she couldn’t leave him here… he needed her as much as she needed him. She set down her things and knelt down beside him. “If you are to travel with me then you will need a name.” The little dragon cocked his head to one side. “How about Ziazan?” The wyrmling nuzzled Kherr’s knee and chirped happily. “Well then Ziazan, let’s get moving, we still have many things to do.” As Ziazan stood to walk it was apparent he was still too weak from all of the energy he had used from the night before. With a loving smile Kherr took him into her arms and Ziazan made his way to a comfortable perch, draped across her shoulders. It was in those brief moments that the 2 forged a bond so strong not even the God’s could have severed it. Kherrlayla became the mother Ziazan so desperately needed, and Ziazan became all the family Kherr could have wanted and always wished she had.
Once back in town the same group of men that had massacred Ziazan’s father and slaughtered his brothers and sisters were waiting. Kherrlayla’s former client seemed to be dissatisfied with the way things turned out and had paid them to take her own life as payment for what he’d lost. As they made their moves Kherrlayla made a statement so clear and so chilling that it made many of the men’s confidence and backbone ebb away. “Foolish mercenaries… you will pay for what you have done.” She set Ziazan down and unsheathed her blade. “Let me remind you how dying felt…” It was only a matter of minutes when the last opponent fell. As if nothing had happened Kherr coolly picked up Ziazan and while cooing began to stroke under his chin. Then she set off to find her client, the one who made the mistake of underestimating her, and not paying attention to the law of karma. She found him in a run down inn just shortly after dealing with his team of goons. He pleaded for his life; a horrible attempt to save his wretched life. Kherrlayla only saw it as fair to let Ziazan decide the fate of the man that destroyed his peaceful existence. The wyrmling hissed and Kherrlayla knew what she must do. She broke both of the man’s arms at not only the shoulders, but his forearms as well. Then she proceeded to hamstring both of his legs by running her blades straight through each Achilles’ tendon. This left him the very epitome of the word helpless, just as Ziazan was left. The little dragon set in after his prey, and only after Kherrlayla felt he was ready and had had sufficient revenge, the 2 left the inn and the region never to return.
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Short and sweet; to the point. Hope this makes reading Three Wishes even more enjoyable ^^
Kherrlayla is your typical femme fatale. She has beautiful cream white skin, long black hair, and gorgeous emerald eyes. Her features are very relaxed and gentle in appearance. This is half of her ploy; no one ever expects the quiet gentle one to be an assassin… She typically wears dark clothing. Most often it’s a single shoulder black leather jerkin that ties in the front. Then she has softer black leather low rise bottoms and typical black boots that are cut off at the ankle. At any other point in time she could be wearing something completely different. For example, when she’s in disguise. Her only distinguishing features are a scar across her left breast (over her heart) and a few tattoos. There’s a black star in the corner of her left eye, the symbol of her God on her right hip, and the eye of a bronze dragon on her lower back. Another item that is almost always worn is a rather special ring given to her by a very special friend. It’s a bronze ring she wears on a silver chain around her neck seeing as its too big for her fingers.
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Now for how Kherr and Ziazan met . . .
Kherrlayla grew up with several brothers in a poor village. She lived in a broken home with an abusive father and mentally unstable mother. Ever since she was a young girl she’s had to look out for herself. It wasn’t until she was 11 or so that a new family moved into their poor little town. Kherr and the new family’s son Malakai seemed to get along rather well. As they grew up together they only managed to grow closer. When she was 15 Malakai took her by the hand and gave her a small token of his love. It was a small bronze ring he had found a few months before when he was walking on a dirt road. Word spread to Kherr’s father that they were ‘going steady’ and he was none too pleased. In his mind Kherr was the only good woman in the house and wouldn’t have her leaving them. Malakai argued that Kherr needed to get out and see the world, that she was just a caged bird in her home for her father’s amusement. Needless to say a fight broke out. Kherrlayla watched on in horror as her father grabbed a bottle and smashed it on a table. As she saw him raise his arm she jumped in front of Malakai and took every bit of force from the blow to her chest. She was bleeding profusely and lost consciousness.
Within a few days Kherr finally woke up. She was in Malakai’s room, but there was no one to be found. She managed to get to her feet, though walking was a chore. She stopped in front of a mirror to see the damage. Her father had managed to run a gash clear across her entire left pectoral muscle. Not wanting to look any longer she grabbed one of Malakai’s old shirts and headed out of the house. There was nothing for miles. Everything Kherr could see lay in ruins. As she took in the horrible site a kind old man approached her. He explained to her that a battle between dueling dragons had caused the destruction. There were very few survivors, and almost no other buildings left standing. She was lucky he told her, for it was said that she was left for dead in that house. In an instant Kherrlayla’s world shattered, her emotions vanishing forever… The only feelings she had left were a sense of hatred towards dragons and her fellow man. As well as sorrow surrounding the love she lost, or was it the love that had forsaken her?
Kherr soon became a rogue assassin, specializing in quick, silent kills. Even at the age of 16, word of her skills spread far and wide. None knew her actual name; she had a few nicknames, but her true calling card was a single phrase. “Let me remind you how dying felt…” A true assassin indeed… Though she would kill without hesitation or even knowing the target she was not an evil person. She killed for the money and the mentality that these people had tried to do wrong, or kill others but failed. Thus everyone who takes it upon themselves to kill another must in turn be ready to accept the fact that others will try and kill them as well. She knew this law of karma all too well. She would slay corrupt humans as well as malicious beasts who threatened humanity, no questions asked. One day she was hired to take out a troublesome dragon. This was new territory for Kherr. She’d never encountered such a beast, or been given an assignment without the target’s crimes or motivation behind them. After first trying to decline the job, she was offered 9 times the original amount. It seemed as though it was rather important, and the pay wasn’t that bad either… So she reconsidered.
She arrived at a large swamp just outside the city where she and her client had met. All of the salt from the marsh stung her eyes, but Kherr was determined to pull of this painstakingly huge job. As she moved deeper into the swamp she made her first contact with her targets. There were 2 dragons, bronze wyrmlings by the looks of it, just innocently playing in a bog. ‘These can’t be the dragons I was sent here to kill’ she thought and pressed on. Deep within the wetlands she finally came upon a rather large male bronze dragon. He had just come back from a hunt and was delicately dividing up the cow carcass he had caught. Making a soft cooing noise he summoned his children. The 2 young dragons from before came bounding towards their father, right past Kherr. She was careful not to let them know she was there, but it seemed her attempts were in vain. The little wyrmlings squeaked excitedly to their father who in turn saw past the brush she was hiding in and looked Kherrlayla directly in the eyes. Acknowledging her loss Kherr came out of hiding and bowed to the gentle giant. He in turn nodded his head; returning the gesture. The wyrmlings were quite pleased by the whole ordeal and bounded into the swamp to investigate their new friend. Some began to splash about her feet while others nipped at her cloak and boots. Kherr wasn’t much of a ‘touchy feely’ person and had no desire to play with the young dragons. As she began thinking of ways to escape her guard seemed to fall a way. One of the wyrmlings, the runt in fact, managed to tackle her to the ground. In all of the confusion she managed to get caught up in her cloak and lose her ring pendant. Quickly the dragon father called his children back; he knew his human acquaintance was not pleased. Kherrlayla got to her feet and spat out the salty marsh water that she managed to nearly swallow. She noticed her beloved ring was gone. Frantically she began splashing around in hopes of finding it. A few moments later she gave up. Frustrated, she turned around and promptly made her way out of the swamp. Each of the wyrmlings seemed sad to see her go, but their father prompted them to stay and eat. The small runt, who had been hiding behind his father’s leg cautiously made his way into the water, ignoring his meal for the time being. The rest of his family was more interested in their food then what he was rummaging for in the swamp.
Halfway out Kherr noticed a large group of men carrying many weapons headed in the direction she had just come from. She didn’t pay much mind. She was already perturbed enough as it was. Just out of the swamp she removed her cloak and set it on a branch to dry. For a few moments she managed to relax against a rock and as she did she motioned to grab her beloved trinket, and remembered it was lost. Before she could become angry over that loss she heard many horrible noises, screeches and roars coming from within the marsh. Without thinking Kherr quickly jumped up, grabbed her cloak and ran back to the center of the swamp. As she sprinted she remembered the men marching past her, they had been following her out of the city when she came to think of it. They must have been sent by her client to make sure she did her job, and if she didn’t to finish it. By the time she reached the site the men were already wiping their blades and had packed up most of the dragon’s hoard. Outraged Kherrlayla brandished her blades and warned the men if they didn’t leave immediately she would do unto them what they had just done to the dragons. Knowing full well what she was capable of the men left with haste.
Kherr dropped to her knees in front of the father dragon and holding his rostrum began to sob. Not even an assassin would wish death upon an innocent individual as majestic and loving as he. Not wanting their death to be in vain she began to skin the father and remove all useable properties she could. Just as she was about to start on the wymlings she noticed one was still alive, unconscious but still breathing. She quickly grabbed it up and wrapped its trembling body in her cloak. The sun was setting and Kherr knew there was much work left to be done. So she started a fire and placed the cuddled wyrmling beside it. She knew it would be some time before it came to so she returned to preparing the rest of its family for their burial.
By the next morning Kherrlayla had taken everything that was of use from the dragons and was ready to give them a proper burial. Tears welled up in her eyes as she dug out each grave site. She finished the first 6 for the wyrmlings by noon and then began the daunting task of figuring out a way to bury the nearly full grown male. Sitting down to eat before such a feat began she noticed her cloak begin to move. The young dragon curled inside seemed to be coming to. Kherr picked up the bundle and found the bright eyed little runt had pulled through. A tear of joy rolled down her check and onto the little dragon’s forehead. He cutely shook his head in surprise and Kherr couldn’t help but laugh and fall in love with the little guy. Now fully awake he struggled for his freedom, which Kherr granted him, and unrolled her cloak. The wyrmling arched his back as he stretched and unfurled his wings. He seemed pretty happy, but then noticed his lifeless father only a few feet away. Lowering his head he walked over to him and nuzzled his father’s. Kherr’s heart sank. After a moment the little dragon backed away and then ran to what Kherr assumed was once their lair. She doubted she would see him again and began to pile the soft loamy earth on top of the massive dragon. Not too long after that the wyrmling appeared with something in its mouth, he walked up to Kherr and placed it at her feet. Then he turned around and started to almost burrow, kicking up the mossy dirt to help cover his father. Kherrlayla bent down and with a smile she picked up the silver chain that held her precious bronze ring. Through tear filled eyes she watched the little dragon work as hard as he could to bury his father and with the same passion and enthusiasm she reached for her shovel and worked with the wyrmling. By sundown the pair had finished. The poor little dragon was so worn out he could barely stand. Kherr made him a fire and as he slept by the flames she took out her satchel of coins and treasure. Using all of her white and black pearls she created a mosaic in the likeness of her God, Olidammara. Then on each of the wyrmling’s grave sights she placed either a silver or gold piece.
The next morning Kherr packed up her supplies and everything she had taken from the dragon and his kin into her dimensional bag. She didn’t want to wake the little wyrmling still sleeping by the now dying fire. As she softly crept away the small dragon’s head perked up, and he looked to her with his big emerald eyes and her heart melted. She knew she couldn’t leave him here… he needed her as much as she needed him. She set down her things and knelt down beside him. “If you are to travel with me then you will need a name.” The little dragon cocked his head to one side. “How about Ziazan?” The wyrmling nuzzled Kherr’s knee and chirped happily. “Well then Ziazan, let’s get moving, we still have many things to do.” As Ziazan stood to walk it was apparent he was still too weak from all of the energy he had used from the night before. With a loving smile Kherr took him into her arms and Ziazan made his way to a comfortable perch, draped across her shoulders. It was in those brief moments that the 2 forged a bond so strong not even the God’s could have severed it. Kherrlayla became the mother Ziazan so desperately needed, and Ziazan became all the family Kherr could have wanted and always wished she had.
Once back in town the same group of men that had massacred Ziazan’s father and slaughtered his brothers and sisters were waiting. Kherrlayla’s former client seemed to be dissatisfied with the way things turned out and had paid them to take her own life as payment for what he’d lost. As they made their moves Kherrlayla made a statement so clear and so chilling that it made many of the men’s confidence and backbone ebb away. “Foolish mercenaries… you will pay for what you have done.” She set Ziazan down and unsheathed her blade. “Let me remind you how dying felt…” It was only a matter of minutes when the last opponent fell. As if nothing had happened Kherr coolly picked up Ziazan and while cooing began to stroke under his chin. Then she set off to find her client, the one who made the mistake of underestimating her, and not paying attention to the law of karma. She found him in a run down inn just shortly after dealing with his team of goons. He pleaded for his life; a horrible attempt to save his wretched life. Kherrlayla only saw it as fair to let Ziazan decide the fate of the man that destroyed his peaceful existence. The wyrmling hissed and Kherrlayla knew what she must do. She broke both of the man’s arms at not only the shoulders, but his forearms as well. Then she proceeded to hamstring both of his legs by running her blades straight through each Achilles’ tendon. This left him the very epitome of the word helpless, just as Ziazan was left. The little dragon set in after his prey, and only after Kherrlayla felt he was ready and had had sufficient revenge, the 2 left the inn and the region never to return.
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Short and sweet; to the point. Hope this makes reading Three Wishes even more enjoyable ^^