The blood of the holy man (pony and anaiko)

[the pony of death]

Kiya stood on the roof of an abandoned farm house far from any city, her long curly dark brown hair rustling in the slight wind, her blue and hazel eyes staring across the landscape looking for some sign of movement. She stood tall over the earth for once since she only stood to be a little over five feet tall. Her slim and lean body was complimented proudly by the tightly fitted pair of black breeches and the tunic that she had sliced the side open on with a waist cincher fitting her almost like a loin cloth, she leather knee high boots were well worn from the many roads she had traveled. She carried many weapons though only a few could be seen she wore two short blade swords across her back and a long thin blade on her belt. She brushed some of her dark hair out away from the slightly tanned skin of her face. She smirked a bit seeing that no one had come to challenge her though she did desire a nice challenge.
She jumped off the roof of the building landing gracefully on the dirt only a slight plum of dust rose from the dry dirt of this land. She went to the well it appeared to have some water left in it she pulled the bucket out and filled her two canteens and started to walk back to the house she walked in the boards creaking under her weight with each step she was checking to see if there were any supplies left within. She found few sacks of dried fruits and vegetables and quickly grabbed them she would need all the nourishment she could get. She stuffed them into the small pack she carried on her back. She walked a little further and found a small blanket it wouldn't hurt to have it and took that as well. This is normally about how everything went for her she would kill and then scavenge. It would seem pathetic almost to those living a so called normal life but it was all she had really ever known and it was all she was good at. Besides it suited her just fine it put clothes on her back and food in her belly and that was all that really mattered. The adventure the hunt and the battle kept her entertained more than being married off and being turned into a simple house wife and baby producing machine. She felt like she might vomit at just the thought of such things yet her sister had chosen that life her elder sister that's when Kiya ran away from home.

 

[Anaiko the Serpent]

A young man stepped out of the shadows and walked slowly toward the farm house. A small smile adorned his olive colored face. He paused before the door and closed his dark eyes slowly, feeling the wind pass over him and run its invisible hands through his dark raven colored hair.
His clothing was strange and foreign. He wore a black fitted ji with ebony toggles. Under he wore a tight wrapping of white silk and a white shirt above it, and then a pair of dark black britches. He smiled and flipped the dagger he held in his left hand. It was the only weapon he seemed to wield.
"Excuse me!" He stepped into the house calmly with the same smug smirk.
He stopped just out of range of her fist,"Can I help you, this is my stuff..." He waited patiently for her reply.

 

[the pony of death]

She looked at him and smirked she walked around him acting like he wasn't even there he was no threat to her Kiya resting her hand on the blade that rested on her hip "perhaps you should watch your belongings more closely then" she said simply. She continued on her way. She figured he would be foolish and try to stop her. She knew that she would end up killing him most likely. She walked out the door and stood outside waiting she craved a battle even though she had just had one a short while ago she always craved it. She stood there waiting silently for him to come to her she closed her eyes stretching and cracking her neck tiredly. the tenseness was obvious from the loud crack that left her neck she then stood up straight slowly starting to draw her sword.