08-24-2008, 03:54 AM
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Last thread, man >_>
Two weeks from term and she was running like a wraith South-West, cloak flowing behind her, pack smacking against her back, one knife pulled, the handle clutched tightly. Two weeks from becoming a parent and here she was, breaking her vow to herself, when she'd told herself she would not do it, not become a slave to her trade. But what Asmodai had done... the words Iskata had said still rang in her ears and she merely quickened her pace. The murderer.
She saw him staring out to sea and stopped. A pregnant dark warrior, with blue eyes which seemed to shine with anger and a smirk on her face. No longer a merchant, now she showed herself for what they both knew her to be. A mercenary. Ruthless, efficient, silent, deadly. Asmodai's days were over. She called out to him, her voice no longer pleasant, for it dripped with malice and contempt. What a useless waste of training. Never bring in witnesses to a kill. It only made matters difficult. Pity, Hel had actually liked him.
Last thread, man >_>
Two weeks from term and she was running like a wraith South-West, cloak flowing behind her, pack smacking against her back, one knife pulled, the handle clutched tightly. Two weeks from becoming a parent and here she was, breaking her vow to herself, when she'd told herself she would not do it, not become a slave to her trade. But what Asmodai had done... the words Iskata had said still rang in her ears and she merely quickened her pace. The murderer.
She saw him staring out to sea and stopped. A pregnant dark warrior, with blue eyes which seemed to shine with anger and a smirk on her face. No longer a merchant, now she showed herself for what they both knew her to be. A mercenary. Ruthless, efficient, silent, deadly. Asmodai's days were over. She called out to him, her voice no longer pleasant, for it dripped with malice and contempt. What a useless waste of training. Never bring in witnesses to a kill. It only made matters difficult. Pity, Hel had actually liked him.
Asmodai! I've come for you. Answer for the death of Skoll Axehand or prepare to receive your reward.And with that, she closed the distance between them, till she was only a few feet away. Close enough to grab, far enough to make sure she would be safe for now. Slowly, almost painfully so, she took out an arrow and put it in her bow, making the string tauten. There. All set.