Give us rest.

Liliya Russo · 01-23-2012, 01:22 AM

[html]

OOC OMG yay!

Word Count → 549

Although the hapless scene appeared to only have three fateful creatures involved, a fourth, and more fortunate soul watched the grisly scene. In only a few days' time the festival orchestrated by the little-known band of merchants had garnered a lot of attention, and even the woman of the solitary, private pack called Salsola's interest was peaked. It was rumored that many of the packs were participating in the month long festival, a fact that had most of Salsola reeling with horror. So many wretched, nosy bastards in one place? But the usefulness of such an event couldn't be denied by many, what with the promises of so much merchandise so well at hand. This is why Liliya just so happened to be in the area and heard the wailing cry of the dying horse.

At the first sound of trouble Liliya's dark ears perked and her gaze jerked in the direction of the cry, even though she could not yet see what was going on. It was obvious to any fool that the screeching that came from the west was not Luperci or even canine in origin, so any fears Liliya might have had of marauders or thieves were quickly assuaged. It wasn't long before the coppery scent of blood permeated the area, and Liliya couldn't help the appetite it suddenly drummed up.

Only a few seconds after the first horrifying shriek Liliya was in motion, her long legs carrying her quickly toward the scene. She was tall and lithe, built like a true athlete, and her thin frame moved swiftly over the ground even in her Optime body. She donned her usual clothing, the leather corset and skirt that were fastened with laced and knotted leather thongs. It was scant clothing for this ruthless winter but she'd had access to little else. That was one thing she hoped to gain at the festival; although today's visit was really only supposed to be a scouting mission. She needed to know if there was even anything worth while before she would take wares out of Salsola in hopes to trade with the merchants.

By the time she arrived on the scene the feline's back was slashed and deep crimson began sopping into the tawny fur. The horse kicked and the animal went flying, and soon after it lunged a woman with a dark auburn pelt. Liliya saw the silver flash of metal as the knife thrust into the beast, and then over and over again until the cat lay still. Then her gray eyes turned to the mare that was weak and dying, her blood pooling out in stark contrast to the snow. The woman moved over to her and in an act of mercy slit the horse's throat.

Liliya had to hand it to this one. Killing a horse was no big deal, but being as tiny as an imp and taking on a hungry mountain lion? That took guts. She moved out of her place on the sidelines, stepping into sight, but the hybrid Russian remained at a comfortable distance from the other.

“That vas an impressive act,” she complimented, her voice dripping with thick Russian tones. “Vhy vhould you even bother to interfere?” She was truly curious, there was no derision in her voice.

Image from Englaender. Table code by the Mentors!

Login




Remember me Lost Password?