Post by Super Tiger on Oct 26, 2020 23:53:20 GMT -5
Location: The home of Lassindra Vivara Vodanya and Charlotte Haliday, Atlanta, Georgia.
Time of Day: 9:15 pm
There is a loud crash that echoes up through the house, coming from Lass' personal basement gym. The sound of shattering glass is distinct, cutting through the otherwise silent house like a knife through butter. Charlotte comes running, taking the stairs two at a time. She'd been in their room, getting ready to take a bath. Lass had promised she'd be careful, and that she'd be up to join her fiancé shortly. Charlotte had no reason to doubt otherwise, as her future wife was typically very cautious when it came to her workout regimen. The scene at the bottom of the stairs was horrific. The door was ripped from the hinges. Holes had been punched through the drywall, clear down to the studs. Weights were strewn everywhere. The giant class mirror that dominated one wall of the room was in thousands of pieces, a forty five pound weight in the middle of the debris. At the other end of the room, which was set in shadow due to the overhead fluorescents having been broken, Charlotte could just make out the form of Lass sitting on a weight bench, elbows on her thighs, her face pointed at the ground. Her blonde hair hung around her face. Her natural brown hair was visible at the roots, as the Russian woman had stopped with her vigorous upkeep of bleaching her hair in recent weeks.
Charlotte: Lass? Babe? You... are you okay?
Lassindra didn't move. Her breathing was ragged. Charlotte took out her phone, turning on the flashlight and pointing it at the ground so she could avoid the broken glass that dominated the floor. As she got closer, she could make out drops of dark liquid along the floor amongst the broken glass. She bit her lip as she continued forward, and nearly jumped out of her skin when Lass suddenly spoke. The voice was flat and dark. Not the usual excitable, passionate voice she was used to.
Lassindra: Kogda vash strakh prikhodit kak shtorm, a vashe bedstviye - kak vikhr'. Kogda k tebe prikhodyat nepriyatnosti i stradaniya.
Charlotte knew Lass was speaking in Russian, but she did not know the words the larger woman spoke. The blood trail led all the way across the floor, and in the beam of the flashlight, Charlotte could see that the knuckles on both of Lass' hands were busted and cut from demolishing the drywall.
Lassindra: I vy uslyshite o voynakh i slukhakh o voynakh. Smotrite, chtoby vy ne ispugalis', potomu chto eto dolzhno proizoyti, no konets yeshche ne nastupil.
Charlotte: Lass I don't understand what you're saying... are you okay?
Suddenly, the Russian rose to her feet. She didn't look up, but Charlotte stopped in her tracks. She could see the bulging of Lass' muscles, that her fiancé was flexing almost on impulse, arms, stomach, and legs all at once.
Lassindra: Vot, ona idet s oblakami, i yeye uvidyat vse glaza, dazhe te, kto pronzil yeye, i vse zhenshchiny iz etogo spiska budut boyat'sya yeye.
Charlotte finally got to Lass, putting her phone into her pocket before gently taking the Russian's cut up hands in hers. She looked up, and what she saw made her gasp. Lass' eyes were wide open, a piercing blue stare. She blinked, as if finally realizing Charlotte were here.
Charlotte: Lass... baby... are you okay? Talk to me.
Lassindra: The era of the Peak Female Form has come to an end. Those who have transgressed against me shall pay dearly for their crimes. I come on the wind, clouds dark and full of rage and hatred. I am Lassindra Vivara Vodanya. But, more importantly...
Lass grins, but it is not a pleasant sight. Her lip curls, a sneer dominating her face as she begins to chuckle. A dark, horrid sound rising from the depths of the Russian's chest.
Lassindra: I am the Siberian Storm.
Time of Day: 9:15 pm
There is a loud crash that echoes up through the house, coming from Lass' personal basement gym. The sound of shattering glass is distinct, cutting through the otherwise silent house like a knife through butter. Charlotte comes running, taking the stairs two at a time. She'd been in their room, getting ready to take a bath. Lass had promised she'd be careful, and that she'd be up to join her fiancé shortly. Charlotte had no reason to doubt otherwise, as her future wife was typically very cautious when it came to her workout regimen. The scene at the bottom of the stairs was horrific. The door was ripped from the hinges. Holes had been punched through the drywall, clear down to the studs. Weights were strewn everywhere. The giant class mirror that dominated one wall of the room was in thousands of pieces, a forty five pound weight in the middle of the debris. At the other end of the room, which was set in shadow due to the overhead fluorescents having been broken, Charlotte could just make out the form of Lass sitting on a weight bench, elbows on her thighs, her face pointed at the ground. Her blonde hair hung around her face. Her natural brown hair was visible at the roots, as the Russian woman had stopped with her vigorous upkeep of bleaching her hair in recent weeks.
Charlotte: Lass? Babe? You... are you okay?
Lassindra didn't move. Her breathing was ragged. Charlotte took out her phone, turning on the flashlight and pointing it at the ground so she could avoid the broken glass that dominated the floor. As she got closer, she could make out drops of dark liquid along the floor amongst the broken glass. She bit her lip as she continued forward, and nearly jumped out of her skin when Lass suddenly spoke. The voice was flat and dark. Not the usual excitable, passionate voice she was used to.
Lassindra: Kogda vash strakh prikhodit kak shtorm, a vashe bedstviye - kak vikhr'. Kogda k tebe prikhodyat nepriyatnosti i stradaniya.
Charlotte knew Lass was speaking in Russian, but she did not know the words the larger woman spoke. The blood trail led all the way across the floor, and in the beam of the flashlight, Charlotte could see that the knuckles on both of Lass' hands were busted and cut from demolishing the drywall.
Lassindra: I vy uslyshite o voynakh i slukhakh o voynakh. Smotrite, chtoby vy ne ispugalis', potomu chto eto dolzhno proizoyti, no konets yeshche ne nastupil.
Charlotte: Lass I don't understand what you're saying... are you okay?
Suddenly, the Russian rose to her feet. She didn't look up, but Charlotte stopped in her tracks. She could see the bulging of Lass' muscles, that her fiancé was flexing almost on impulse, arms, stomach, and legs all at once.
Lassindra: Vot, ona idet s oblakami, i yeye uvidyat vse glaza, dazhe te, kto pronzil yeye, i vse zhenshchiny iz etogo spiska budut boyat'sya yeye.
Charlotte finally got to Lass, putting her phone into her pocket before gently taking the Russian's cut up hands in hers. She looked up, and what she saw made her gasp. Lass' eyes were wide open, a piercing blue stare. She blinked, as if finally realizing Charlotte were here.
Charlotte: Lass... baby... are you okay? Talk to me.
Lassindra: The era of the Peak Female Form has come to an end. Those who have transgressed against me shall pay dearly for their crimes. I come on the wind, clouds dark and full of rage and hatred. I am Lassindra Vivara Vodanya. But, more importantly...
Lass grins, but it is not a pleasant sight. Her lip curls, a sneer dominating her face as she begins to chuckle. A dark, horrid sound rising from the depths of the Russian's chest.
Lassindra: I am the Siberian Storm.