Word Count: 453 :: Forgive the rust!
"Stop. We've arrived."
The low voice rang out, and it was louder than the dark woman would have hoped. She visibly winced, gold eyes darting naturally around to seek any other forms hidden under the cloak of darkness, and, upon not finding any, turned back to the dark man behind her. He stood silently, eyes focused entirely on the gargantuan woman before him, his frame submissive yet primed for attack at any moment. The utter domination of the man-child brought a sneer to Linquilea's lips, and she extended her broad hand to slap him across the face, enjoying the smack that quietly ruined the otherwise silent air. "You moved too slowly", she snapped. "More quickly, next time." The chocolate boy known once as Niccolo simply nodded, averting his eyes away from the woman he desperately idolized and worshipped blindly.
She was no longer concerned with him, though, as she began to survey the area where they would take their rest. Something was off - her delicate nares could sense an uncomfortable shift in the air, one that indicated the traveling duo was not entirely alone. Linquilea sighed in resignation that she would not get her beauty rest and ran her fingers through the glossy mane that was one of her few vanities before regathering herself to discover who, exactly, this intruder was. It was an uncommon annoyance that she found herself on two legs, instead preferring to travel - and exist, really - upon four. Still, the murderer would have to make do with the situation that presented itself. Shifting would waste unnecessary silence and time, and the midnight woman preferred to have both on her advantage.
Her footsteps were nearly silent as she followed the perfume through the dark air, golden eyes narrowed in eerie concentration as she sought her target. Not prey, necessarily - Linquilea might have been a wanton killer (as evidenced by the long chain of tails Niccolo carried in his pack), but she had come to these lands for a purpose. Rumors of his presence had reached her ears, and she had not been especially far from the area: it was really all too perfect. For the time being, all the canines she stumbled upon would be seen as tools to achieving a greater end: only if they served their purpose inadequately or were protecting Shandom would they die.
Oh, if they were protecting that bastard, how she would kill them! Her lips curled into a smile at the thought.
Eventually she came upon a smaller woman, and Linquilea cleared her throat to break the silence. Perhaps this girl had scented her upon the wind; regardless, the midnight monster would not give her the courtesy of speaking first.
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