[M] Little Thief in my domain, you will fear me

Eleos

POSTED: Wed May 09, 2018 3:43 am

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Helena Troy Lykoi

Northern Tip of the Pictou river

A clouded sky hid her from sights as the red woman rode with contemplative silence through the Blackwoods; unlike many the snake did not fear to tread on the hallowed ground. The grasping trees had leafed out as spring made itself known. A time for new beginnings and new alliances to be formed. Her smile was confident that the night would go how it had been planned, the secret letters and notes tucked away in the folds of her cloak. Her new acquisition had pleased her greatly and now she moved towards another gem to stitch to her garland of personal jewels.

Nani took to the slopes and steep winding trails of the mountains with a cautious step. She had seen the corpses of those who had taken a wrong placement of feet and she had no wish to join their rotting number.

The temperature dropped as horse and rider climbed and the red cloak was pulled closer about her shoulders. The droning of insects and the quiescent hoots of the night birds were her solitary companions for her journey.

In a distance, along a trail who's intimate details she had provided, Helena saw the light of a camp. The soft light flickered in the darkness of the night. She pulled Nani to a halt, eyes seeking through the misty gloom; her soft accented voice spoke to the darkness,

"Je suis le feu." The agreed upon phrase would draw out who she sought. Two figures reveled themselves to her; From the height of her horse the Arbiter looked upon the thieves with a cold, toothy smile and Lykoi gifted eyes gleamed brightly with fervor.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Wed May 09, 2018 2:25 pm

qui n’avance pas, recule

The bound sheath or letters sat heavy against her breast, creased and worn.

She had bid Krause to sit in front of the soft fire alone, the warm glow seeping into the pale wash of his fur and staining it a dim orange. Though the flames would have provided the woman some semblance of heat it illuminated far more than she would like to be seen; instead the thief took solace in the night, wrapping its spindly arms around her shoulders like a familiar coat. A faint mist descended not long afterwards, completing the illusion of singularity.

The distant sounds of hooves drew their attention quickly, the footprints drawing closer. By the fire Krause rose slowly, muddy eyes flickering to where the female bandit rested amongst the shadows. Eleos stilled; they were not alone on the mountain tonight, this she was sure of, yet there was only one face she hoped to see.

A hot surge of relief ran through her at the sound of a woman’s voice cutting through the night air, cool and level. The gloom parted soon after, cleaved in two by the broad shapes of a horse and its rider. Eleos stood quickly, her feet guiding her through the gloom and into the glow of the fire. Je suis tes cendres, she finished their code breathily, her throat tight with satisfaction.

Tonight it would finally begin.

Dark lips parted to reveal the pearly white teeth, her smile glittering underneath the moonlight. Bonjour, madame,” the wraith greeted Helena warmly, brushing a loose strand of strawberry hair away from her face.Ça fait trop longtemps. The words felt odd and disjointed in her mouth, the language rusted by a combination of disuse and neglect. Still, Eleos was no fool — though it was not her maiden tongue, she understood the language far better than Krause. Her silvery eye found her towering partner now, a slice of moonlight amidst a sea of ink, thoughtful.

It would not matter for much longer.

The crackle of wood against flame diverted her attention back to the Frenchwoman again, reminding her of the purpose behind their long-awaited reunion. “We’ve lost most of them along the way,” the loner divulged, no longer concerned about the matters of the bandit troupe they had deserted. They belonged to her, after all — the band’s secrets were there for Eleos to give and keep.

“Like you said, they would not follow us this far. Though,” Eleos paused, dark lashes narrowing dangerously to frame her discolored eyes. “Two of mes chous have been terribly persistent.” Part of her did not blame them; what she had stolen had not been petty trinkets or jewels but lifeblood.

Other women had no business running alongside her men.

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POSTED: Wed May 09, 2018 11:44 pm

Helena Troy Lykoi

Northern Tip of the Pictou river

It had been a singular chance encounter that had sent the Frenchwoman and the captured bandit into each other's wary presence. Wielding Salsola's wealth and power at her fingertips and with the promise of retribution, freedom had been bought and exchanged for gems and gold. She wondered idly at life's peculiarities, the dual eyes observing the innocent looking woman and her pale companion.

A soft, silken laughter bubbled quietly in her throat, and her elegant head dipped in a greeting,

"Bonsiour, mon amie. En effet, trop de temps est passé" Several months since their most recent meeting, before her children had been born. There was a terrible liquid electricity to her blood, queerly shocking as she spoke,

"Good. I will arrange for zhe others to be dealt with" The price of lives sometimes came very cheaply, for a trinket of gold or a flagon of wine. She would speak to the man from Amherst soon.

"Zome would say persistence should be rewarded, in zhis case I think an eternal one to be fitting." The bright spark was growing in her eyes as she looked towards the future and the consequences of the actions she would undertake on this night.

The red woman descended from her mount with a practiced ease, tying his reigns to a nearby branched tree, her movements controlled and deliberate,

"Let us attend to them.." Her ringed hand extended, bidding Eleos lead the way to the other camp that should not be too far away.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Thu May 10, 2018 6:33 am

qui n’avance pas, recule

They slumbered heavily, great bulky masses of muscle and bone.

Eleos looked down at their sleeping forms impassively, Krause and the yellow-eyed woman trailing into the camp not far behind. Though the bandit did not recognize their faces she had no doubt they had once belonged to her; a small square of red cloth was visible even in the glowing embers of their exhausted campfire, a drop of blood against rough gray fur. Tags, in a sense, that identified her own.

A faint smile touched her lips as the larger of the two shifted restlessly, his calloused fingers twitching with suppressed movement. They were nothing more than babes in her eyes, weakened by fatigue and the allure of night. To her right she could see Krause’s throat dip as he swallowed, obviously recognizing something she hadn’t in their sleep-lax expressions. The wolf had always been better with faces -- it was one of the reasons she kept him around.

But he would not disobey her now.

A mottled hand carefully slid the dagger out from one of the slumbering man’s own leather sheath, her heart surging with an unidentifiable emotion at the sight of the the metal being enveloped by the brisk night air. The woman held the knife up to examine, turning the handle this way and that so the moonlight would catch and glitter on the chipped edge. Though the dog was usually content to watch the action from the sidelines, allowing others to dirty their hands in her stead, tonight would be different.

This was her stage.

“Well,” Eleos whispered, her eager gaze flickering up to seek Helena’s own mismatched pair of eyes. She crouched slowly, taking care to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress as her knees pressed against the packed earth. “Let’s get this over quickly, oui?”

Her movements were practiced and familiar as she leaned over the man’s broad shoulders, wedged the blade between his throat, and pulled.

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POSTED: Sat May 12, 2018 3:16 am

Helena Troy Lykoi

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They should have been smarter in their hunt, tracking such dangerous prey required cunning intelligence which neither of these meatheads had in any abundance. A smarter pair would have traded watches, to keep an eye for sneaky conniving bitches that slithered through the gloomy night. All for the better of the plotting pair.

The rock was heavy in her grasp and yet fitting for such a gruesome midnight meeting. Black lips were pressed thinly and the feel of her teeth behind them was a sharp thing,

"Oui"

One swing of her arm would have sufficed; she found herself hitting a second and third and fourth time. A tense anger bursting forth from a detail she had not overlooked but had smothered. He was less loyal than he claimed. The jerking body paid for her disappointment instead of the faulty party.

The bloody rock was left where it fell and she returned to her full height, wiping her paws on clumps of grass. Blood was not a scent unknown at Salsola's borders and within.

Gem eyes fell onto the pale male who had a nauseous look to his face, and she stepped forwards to rest a bloodied jeweled hand against his face, leaving smears onto his fur.

"Do not worry, my friend. Salsola will keep you safe." She ensnared his gaze and he could only stare at her spellbound, his nauseous expression twisting to one of lasciviousness as she kissed him lightly. This was his reward for playing along so nicely with their twisting plans.

Her connection didn't falter, not until she felt his body jerk.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Thu May 17, 2018 2:41 am

qui n’avance pas, recule

The man jerked wordlessly in her arms, the force of his movements sending her wobbling back. Dark hands clasped at his neck fruitlessly, the red spilling from his throat in scarlet streams and onto the fringes of her pale dress. Eleos ran a clawed hand over the fabric, almost pleased with the speckled result. She had forgotten how well blood complemented the rosy tint of her fur.

To her right she could see Krause’s face crumple, sickened by the wet thumping of rock against flesh. The man had been a bandit, not a mercenary -- what blood he had spilled was done so sparingly, if at all. There was no sense getting the merchandise dirty, anyways, so Eleos had always let him be. Her mouth curled into a sweet smile, the mottled woman watching idly as the stone flew down to meet the slick earth again and again.

He had always been a bit too soft around the edges.

The motion of the boulder soon stilled, accompanied by Helena’s casual approach. Red streaked his fur as the fiery woman laid a placating palm on his cheek, crooning honeyed words as she swept him close. The dog felt a pang of something sharp grip her throat, barbed and acidic, but would not allow herself to linger on the feeling. The woman had already given her so much -- at the very least, she could at least share this.

Eleos found herself almost disappointed by the turn of events, feeling for her own dagger tucked innocuously around her waist hidden by the lacy folds of her dress. He had been with her from the beginning, since those blurry childhood days at the docks, a presence as reassuring as a knife. It would be a shame to see him go.

Uneven eyes sought his own dark pair as the dagger revealed itself -- what she was looking for, she didn’t know -- only to find them lidded shut in the wake of Helena’s embrace.

She sniffed. Men.

The knife sank deep into the thick of his lower back, sliding past white skin and flesh until it could go no further. She felt, rather than saw, Krause twist in pain — the handle jutting out from between the folds of his skin acted as a conduit, transmitting every minute heave and wheeze directly to her fingertips. Muddy green eyes sought hers, bright with disbelief. His dark lips parted as if to speak, Helena’s kiss long forgotten, but only a wet gurgle escaped before his knees folded.

She watched him go down quietly, the man as silent in death as he was living. From the other side of his crumpled form a smirk split the Salsolan’s face, the red-haired woman leering she ran a hand over her mouth.

“Well,” Eleos spoke smoothly, pausing only to wipe her wet hands on the pale man's tunic before standing.“What next?”

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POSTED: Wed May 30, 2018 11:55 pm

Helena Troy Lykoi

And - we end it here!

She stepped back as he fell to the ground. Pitiful.

His death throes did not twinge any heartstrings. She was cold as stone as she watched the life bleed from him, assessing him as though he were broken pottery upon her floor to be swept away. Helena's eyes turned to Eleos, washing over her with a great weight. Contemplative.

Betrayal was such a..harsh term. In the business of thieves, one had to expect such things to happen and be wary for it. Loyalties however, were born in fire and blood. Eleos owed to Helena her life and freedom. Trust was a fragile thing that strengthened only with time.

"Settle your other... affairs. Gather your supplies and I will meet you when you call." She was aware Eleos had other business to conduct. The grin sharpened and Helena nodded to the bodies,

"I will deal with zhese..."

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
Helena Troy Lykoi

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