The forest creaked with the movement of life â critters creeped and creepers crittered, scurrying along the terrain of a thick forest floor. The sun was just beginning to fall across the sky closer to the horizon leaving the clouded dome with faint pink and orange illuminated lining, only a few more hours still it set fire in a blazing sunset.
If you wandered through the crowded bush you would find a small woman rested on her rear against a thick ancient tree trunk, one of which had been wrapped in thick deep green vines, the vines â they wound up the base and twisted in intricate patterns until disappearing in the crown of said tree.
There sat Sahvanna her eyes to the sky viewing naked branches which were assorted with the red and orange hued leaves, leave that had been swaying in the autumn breeze, threating to detach and drift to the floor of earth. With a rock in one hand and a short dagger in the other this strange woman ran one along the other in a smooth rhythm, the scrapping sounded about the forest. She wasnât far from the town now, maybe half a mile.
A large black duffle bag rested at her side, lumpy and foreign, covering the canvas material were small stitched flags. The red white and blue of Czech Republic, France, Yugoslavia, Iceland, and America - The red and yellow of Spain and China â If one knew their flags they would see a vast array of a strange collection: India, Rwanda, Brazil, Germany, Ethiopia, New Zealand, Cambodia, even Antarctica. The most prominent was the Russian flag which was clearly the largest and the only flag with not a speckle of dirt.
Sahvanna took a long lean finger pushing it to the tip of her blade, with the softest touch a small bead of blood bubbled at its tip. A threatening smirk of satisfaction became etched on those plump and luscious lips. Coming to a slow stand the woman placed her blade back in its sheath and tucked it in the waist of her skin tight leather pants.
âIs looking aboaht time to go.â She spoke to herself - the rather hefty Russian accent rang in her own ears â She almost missed her little Russian buddy, eh, maybe not.
The natural light of the sky showed the beauty that was Sahvanna. Long chocolate brown hair fell to the small of her back, the shine showing hues of red, thick lips pouted naturally on a narrow face. The body of this woman was of average height standing at five foot five inches, and deep running flattering curves held tight in all the right places. Those curves which drew the eye were coated in sun kissed flesh â flesh which had several faint scars including one of which that ran through her bottom lip to the base of her chin. Her attire consisted of skin tight leather pants which looked as if they had been painted on clinging to the bends of her lower body, knee high loose fitting â steel toed leather boots with gold buckles up the sides, and finally a tight fitting deep V-neck tee - which had smears of dirt and blood.
With her bag heaved over her shoulder long lean legs lead Sahvanna closer to the town â Once breaking from the tree line her speed slowed to something more casual making not a sound, not even to the most sensitive of ears.
There it was â the source of the smell â a building â a school.
âZere ve go.â The words slipped from her mouth like silk as she made her way closer to the entrance and passing two males â Duncan and Calvin. Abnormally bright blue eyes snapped to each in hopes of making eye contact, if the connection had been made her lips would part in a warm welcoming smile; a faint blush of pink rising to the apples of her cheeks. Long delicate fingers would brush the silk of her hair behind her ears as she looked to the ground in a bashful manner.
The sound of Sahvannaâs bag hitting the pavement outside the doors of the community school would echo about the building, âVanna instantly dropped to be seated on her bag â she looked tired with deep dark circles surrounding her eyes â and in truth she was weak with hunger, maybe she should have hunted before coming, but, she had to come â didnât she?