Genesis 031
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Title~ Temptress
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 031. Because I really need to get around to characterising Shizaaqa a bit more. I've got a basic idea of her, but with how much she comes into SH I'm going to need more than a basic idea, so here she is. Empress of Kazin, roaming free in her natural habitat X3
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Empress Shizaaqa, ruler of the twelve states of the Kazinian Empire, commander of all fifteen of the major armies of Kazin, was miffed.
Empress Shizaaqa was miffed for very dire reason, one that could well change the functioning of the empire as they knew it. Or at least Assiraz. Assiraz’s palace, certainly.
They were out of cocoa liqueur.
“I’m miffed,” she said clearly to the poor unfortunate who had been sent to inform her of the situation.
“I understand, Empress,” the unfortunate said sympathetically, “But there’s really nothing we can do. The caravan that was to bring it to Assiraz yesterday was set upon by bandits, and it’s lucky that anyone—”
“I’m not interested in excuses,” Shizaaqa interrupted him briskly. She hadn’t seen this messenger boy before, not that she had a particularly good memory for her servants’ faces. This boy just had that whole ‘new’ air about him. He stood with his shoulders back and nose high, as though he’d been told by the other servants just before he’d come in here not to let himself be intimidated by the empress.
Oh how wrong they were.
Shizaaqa kicked her legs up onto her plush sofa, resting one hand on her thigh and tapping it thoughtfully with one finger. Already the messenger was beginning to look uncomfortable as he shifted his weight slightly, and Shizaaqa allowed herself a wry smirk. He wouldn’t last a month.
“If it’s your plan to survive here past the monsoon,” she said, her voice dangerously calm, “you’ll have to give me more than excuses.”
The poor unfortunate cleared his throat, looking the empress right in the eye. Shizaaqa couldn’t help but privately admire him for that. He knew she could sense his discomfort, but still stood defiant. “There’s nothing we can do today, Empress. We’ve sent people to neighbouring towns to see if they have any, but they won’t be returning at least until tomorrow evening.”
Shizaaqa shook her head, her high, coppery pony tail brushing against her shoulders, and she lowered her eyelids just slightly. “I want more than that,” she murmured, passing her tongue slowly over her top lip.
The boy’s eyebrows shot up as realisation sprung into his young eyes. Shizaaqa gave a slow, unquestionable nod, allowing herself another dangerous grin as the boy edged closer, slowly, slowly gathering assurance. Maybe a month was giving him too much.
When he was close enough, Shizaaqa slid to her feet, delicately cupping the boy’s jaw in her slender fingers. She almost laughed aloud at the astonishment in the messenger’s dark green eyes.
“I want my cocoa liqueur,” the empress said darkly, slowly turning her sultry expression to one that could have rivalled the god of war in anger. It took a moment for the boy to realise this, but the fear was absolute when it finally leapt into his eyes.
“NOW!” Shizaaqa almost screeched after he escaped from the room, “Buy some off the nobles! I don’t care! I want my cocoa liqueur!”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 031. Because I really need to get around to characterising Shizaaqa a bit more. I've got a basic idea of her, but with how much she comes into SH I'm going to need more than a basic idea, so here she is. Empress of Kazin, roaming free in her natural habitat X3
Empress Shizaaqa, ruler of the twelve states of the Kazinian Empire, commander of all fifteen of the major armies of Kazin, was miffed.
Empress Shizaaqa was miffed for very dire reason, one that could well change the functioning of the empire as they knew it. Or at least Assiraz. Assiraz’s palace, certainly.
They were out of cocoa liqueur.
“I’m miffed,” she said clearly to the poor unfortunate who had been sent to inform her of the situation.
“I understand, Empress,” the unfortunate said sympathetically, “But there’s really nothing we can do. The caravan that was to bring it to Assiraz yesterday was set upon by bandits, and it’s lucky that anyone—”
“I’m not interested in excuses,” Shizaaqa interrupted him briskly. She hadn’t seen this messenger boy before, not that she had a particularly good memory for her servants’ faces. This boy just had that whole ‘new’ air about him. He stood with his shoulders back and nose high, as though he’d been told by the other servants just before he’d come in here not to let himself be intimidated by the empress.
Oh how wrong they were.
Shizaaqa kicked her legs up onto her plush sofa, resting one hand on her thigh and tapping it thoughtfully with one finger. Already the messenger was beginning to look uncomfortable as he shifted his weight slightly, and Shizaaqa allowed herself a wry smirk. He wouldn’t last a month.
“If it’s your plan to survive here past the monsoon,” she said, her voice dangerously calm, “you’ll have to give me more than excuses.”
The poor unfortunate cleared his throat, looking the empress right in the eye. Shizaaqa couldn’t help but privately admire him for that. He knew she could sense his discomfort, but still stood defiant. “There’s nothing we can do today, Empress. We’ve sent people to neighbouring towns to see if they have any, but they won’t be returning at least until tomorrow evening.”
Shizaaqa shook her head, her high, coppery pony tail brushing against her shoulders, and she lowered her eyelids just slightly. “I want more than that,” she murmured, passing her tongue slowly over her top lip.
The boy’s eyebrows shot up as realisation sprung into his young eyes. Shizaaqa gave a slow, unquestionable nod, allowing herself another dangerous grin as the boy edged closer, slowly, slowly gathering assurance. Maybe a month was giving him too much.
When he was close enough, Shizaaqa slid to her feet, delicately cupping the boy’s jaw in her slender fingers. She almost laughed aloud at the astonishment in the messenger’s dark green eyes.
“I want my cocoa liqueur,” the empress said darkly, slowly turning her sultry expression to one that could have rivalled the god of war in anger. It took a moment for the boy to realise this, but the fear was absolute when it finally leapt into his eyes.
“NOW!” Shizaaqa almost screeched after he escaped from the room, “Buy some off the nobles! I don’t care! I want my cocoa liqueur!”
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Date: 2006-01-09 05:41 am (UTC)♥
Although, her tantrums seem to rival Dari's. Oh my.
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Date: 2006-01-09 05:44 am (UTC)And of course~ her tantrums rival Dari's! Dari just has delu~sions of being a princess; Shizaaqa's one step up X3
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Date: 2006-01-09 05:47 am (UTC)there's gonna be a fight
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