Jelenta

Jelenta was content with her lot in life. She had a home, a family, and even a lover. And if her home consisted of nothing more than a thief’s hideout, her family just a band of rogues, and her lover the semi-behaved, semi-uncontrollable leader of said gang… well, she was never one to question her life.

What was important was that she was happy. Sacha, her lover, doted on her endlessly, her every wish granted, and she rarely had to lift a finger to do any work. She was always careful to keep well away from the messy — at least, messy by her standards — battles their gang got into, and her lover was usually considerate enough to warn her before any serious ones occurred.

Her life was good, great even. She could pour all her dedication into her contests instead, leaving all the nasty fighting to the rest of the gang, and just concentrate on being beautiful and wonderful and loved.

And she was loved. As Sacha’s lover, she was also her right-hand man. The gang deferred to her wishes, her every command, and she adored it. Her beautiful looks were envied by all, her every movement deliberate and graceful, she had a supportive family, and an even better lover doting on her. What wasn’t there to love about her?

But sometimes she got a bit bored with her life. Contests didn’t take up all her time, and whenever she was left alone, she’d find herself longing for adventure and intrigue. When that happened, she usually went looking for trouble and occasionally found herself in a few sticky situations.

(Though sometimes she’d find herself in similar situations when the others conveniently forgot to mention that they were going out, and forgot to mention that, hey, maybe it would’ve been a good idea to stay inside. But she wasn’t complaining or anything. It’s not like she almost died there. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. That Magikarp totally had it out to get her. So what if it only knew the move splash? It still could’ve harmed her!)

But her naturally good looks and her wonderful charm always got her out just fine. She only had to say a few demure words, her demeanor poised and graceful, and the world would be getting on their knees to please her. And on those few who her charm didn’t work on… well, it helped to have a gang leader as a lover, and a protective gang at her back.

by Rosoidela