<strong>Name:</strong>Kida<br/><strong>{Shore of Ever After}<br/>Tagged:</strong>Maleficent<br/><br/>Somewhere on the verge of dreams, Kida noticed subtle changes.  So subtle, so good, that they lulled her furthe into a false sense of security.  The sands so warm against bare backside began to thrum; surely, this was a magnificent dream born of sun and soft natural bedding.  Full lips parted, releasing gratified sigh. It felt like so many fingers, stroking and caressing every inch of her.  In sleep did she respond, stretching luxuriously.  The sands seemed to compensate, shifting and stroking, pouring over the mocha-skinned femme.<br/><br/>Just as the stirrings of desire began, however, the embers were smoldered by blood-curdling scream.  It pierced the edge of consciousness and puckered brow.  Frowning, Kida turned slightly and peeked lazily beneath fringe of lashes towards the source of discontent.  A further cry of "Help me!" propelled her to act.<br/><br/>With countless years to guide her, the seemingly youthful queen rolled through sands that fell now dead around her, left hand splayed to support low crouch as right extended to collect her spear.  She painted an exotically feral figure; nude save for the earth that stubbornly clung to the slightest perspiration.  Artful streaks across a canvas of darkly tanned, toned flesh.  Only a brief flash of dismay marred this perfection -- after all, an unknown knife already occupied her hand.<br/><br/>Yet with rush of adrenaline, there was little time to contemplate the scene.  A young and apparently unarmed woman, chased by a man with weapon drawn.  And how delightfully balanced was the knife provided to her.  Before the thought had even formed, her grip shifted to blade and sent it tumbling through the air.  Haft over hilt it spun, a series of flawless rotations, to sink beneath the chin of charging man.  He gurgled satisfactorily even as he stumbled and fell.  Kida was already in motion, sands pluming with each step, its excess streaming from virgin white locks.  She bypassed the female only to fall to knees beside the fallen guard.  One wrest of hands at his neck ensured his death -- a swift brutality she had not portrayed in over a century.<br/><br/>Bare breasts heaved from exerted efforts.  Kida remained where she was, kneeling beside the dead man, startling cerulean gaze centered on protruding hilt.  Most definitely foreign.  "Is there a reason I have killed this man?"  Accented question was directed to Maleficent, now the only other living being close by.. discounting, of course, the strident cry of passing seagull.