Kitai

Her picture still needs coloring.

Story:

Kitai is a young huntress. She is one of the main characters that will take part in Reynauds story. Kitai is a very friendly and calm person but Reynaud is able to break that calmness very fast and seems to enjoy doing so. Kitai knows that he is doing it on pourpose, but even with that knowlege, she can't stay calm in his presence.

Kitai is not classically beautiful but her charm and natural behavior makes her beautiful in her own way.

Kitai is a World of Warcraft of mine (Named Kitiana ingame cause Kitai was taken).

"People told me the Knights of the Ebon Blade are heartless, cold, brutal. That they know no feelings besides rage and hate, no mercy, no sympathy. That they don't know the meaning of honor, or friendship. I first I believed that of them, only to be proven how wrong others are, how wrong I was and how little others really know."
-Kitai

Time of Frost, Day 12, 619 K.C.
Grizzly Hills .

Kitai looked at Reynauds back, who was gazing at the frozen lake in front of him. The little lake was bordered by pine trees, heavy with snow. Everything looked peaceful as small snowflakes circled through the dark sky. The silence that prevailed here was almost tangible.
It was cold and Kitai started to shiver. Not even the thick wolfs pelt cloak could stop the cold. She wished she had stayed at the fire, where she had warmed her freezing body only moments ago. Northrend was a cold land, most of its parts covered in snow but she loved it. Even freezing, she liked the cold snowy plains and forests with the big pine trees so typical for this region. She could wander there for days without meeting a living soul.

She sighted silently, her breath building small puffy clouds in the cold air. Reynaud still hadn’t moved. The Death Knight seemed lost, lonely, almost sad, as he stood there. It was more a feeling, because she could not see his face and Reynaud hid his feelings well.
Kitai could not help it and approached him slowly, avoiding every noise, but still the snow creaked softly under her boots.
Reynaud did not appear to have noticed her. He seemed to be frozen in place. No movement, no snarky comment, which was strange. Usually he used any chance to show her how much he disliked the company of others. He must have heard her coming, so Kitai wondered why he did nothing to drive her away.

“Why are you following me ?” Reynauds calm words interrupted her thoughts and she realized that she stood close behind him now. She took a step back, away from the armored man.
“I was worried.” She admitted freely. It was the truth and the reason she left the warm crackling fire.
“You seemed…” She stopped and did not know how she could tell him the truth without offending him. The man in front of her was easy to anger and pointing out that he behaved strange, strange compared how he usually did could be one of the things that make him furious again.

“I seem…?” repeating her words he turned around, his eyes focused on hers. Kitai sagged a little but did not look away. After taking a deep breath she decided to tell him.
“Like something is troubling you.” She watched him, looking for any hints of anger but found nothing. More surprising even was the short flare of pain in his eyes, eyes that often were so cold and unfeeling. Reynaud remained silent, even closed his eyes for a short moment and shook his head softly.

“Nothing that needs to concern you.” Reynaud did not want to talk about it. He did not want her to know about the atrocities he had committed, not about the people he had murdered, the joy he had felt. He had lost so much of his memories, but this one he remembered to well. He was under the control of the Lich King at that time, but he felt guilty, guilty not being strong enough to resist. That there had been no way to break that control did not justify anything he had done. Even the joy had not been his own, it was the joy they had forced into him, like a drug and the addiction that came with it, made him kill only to feel that joy again. Thanks to the light it was gone after he was freed of that control.

Kitai watched Reynaud closely. He seemed so lost it worried her. The pain she had seen in his eyes, she could almost feel it.
Why? Kitai could not say.
People had told her, that the Knights of the Ebon Blade were cold hearted monsters only able to feel anger and hate. She often had wondered how much truth could be found in these rumors and at first had believed in them, especially after she had met Reynaud. The first weeks he had done everything to keep her at a distance. His arrogance was annoying, his sarcasm made her furious, he showed no sympathy for her and he made no secret that he thought she was a millstone around his neck. But now she felt sorry for him, sorry for someone who disliked her so much.

Unconsciously Kitai moved closer and slowly raised her hand to touch his cheek. He would not like it, she was certain about that but she could not stop. What surprised her more though, was that he did nothing but watch her hand. His skin felt surprisingly warm. Everybody had told her, that the skin of a Death Knight was freezing cold, but his was warm like her own. It puzzled her.

The bemused look on her face told Reynaud everything.
“Not what you expected.” He stated softly.
He could not deny that her touch was comforting but he never would have admitted it. He cautiously covered her wrist with his armored hand and gently took hers away. A deep sadness made its way upwards, which he convulsively tried to suppress.

Kitai was not surprised that he took her hand away, rather about how gentle he was. She stared at him, confused by his behavior, the warmth she had felt. Everything felt out of place and it was nothing like the rumors she had heard, what people had told her. He was a Death Knight for sure but he was not what people had told her about them. Now, he wasn’t even that arrogant, dismissive idiot she had learned to know, which unsettled her most.

More to come soon.

Kitai is (c) by Vahilor

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