PkmnPrincess
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xxxxx► THE BEAUTIFUL DEATH ◄
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{Location} Ferarbor // Sheylith // The Bawdy Nymph Tavern {Company} Barkeep {Thoughts} "I'm willing to bet that nothing has changed..." {Feelings} Curious
{Location} Ferarbor // Sheylith // The Bawdy Nymph Tavern {Company} Barkeep {Thoughts} "I'm willing to bet that nothing has changed..." {Feelings} Curious
"Death is coming for everyone and everything..."
The man exhaled heavily, the small amount of running had taken his breath away, though he pushed on. Every now and then those dark brown eyes would flit nervously behind him, a soft mutter, and a rune would drop, before he entered a room, the noble careful to buy himself more time. It had only taken three days for the incident to have brought a blade after him. Erelict was like that. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person, cross the wrong family, and someone comes after you, the severity of the consequences being relative to the incident in question.
The sounds of his runes going off, hurried his pace, panic setting in as to how close the killer was. The human practically stumbled through his last doorframe, the mistake of his decision hitting him immediately at the sound of the door closing behind him. He whipped around, and there she was, standing taller than he, her lean frame perched against the ornate wall decor, one Kukri blade in hand, her open one against the closed door. The woman was dressed in white, a hood shadowing her face, the free flowing fabric bound from her underbust to her hips by a brown leather corset, while the rest of the white fabric draped lazily across the tops of her fair thighs. The woman was about to kill him, and here he stood gawking at her.
There was no escape. He had been herded to the top room of his estate, the woman blocking his only way out of the room. The dread brewing within his stomach was only the beginning as the realization and acceptance, that he was going to die tonight, began settling in. He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, as the woman approached with a predatory grace.
"Please. I'll never see her again. Colleen? That's why you're here, yes? Because of the affair? Who sent you? Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it! I'll triple it!"
The corners of the woman's mouth curled up into a small smirk, as she shushed him, the very confused nobleman leaning back from the pressure of her hand, the woman sitting atop him. For a brief moment, relief washed over him, and just as quickly as it had appeared, vanished upon a very alarming, sharp pain within the middle of his palms. His hands felt heavy, connected with the cold floor, the very center of his palm beginning to feel warm, and wet. Those brown eyes glanced over at his hands, panic gripping him, as he realized she had pinned him to the floor with daggers. There was no recollection of her even drawing them. The man began to sob, as she readied her Kukri over his heart. Her cold emerald eyes burned into him.
"There is no definite good, nor definite evil in the world. Only life and death can be definite. Everything else is indefinite. The wolf does not negotiate with it's prey, nor shall I negotiate with you. How I kill you matters only to you, the absolute certainty of your death is the only thing that I value. Moving will only make it take you more quickly. The venom is pumping through your veins by the second. Live the rest of your life wisely, for it has been drastically shortened."
The woman began to bring the blade down with such a confident force that the man tensed in anticipation of the blow, but it never came. Every trace of the woman, and her weapons, had vanished. The man attempted to sit up, his head feeling woozy as the poison began to overtake his body. He felt like he was on fire, though no sweat touched his forehead. His vision began fading in and out, heart continuing to race. Within minutes of her departure, the man was dead upon the floor.
The sound of knocking on wood brought Katarina's attention out of her thoughts and to the barkeep, her eyebrow raising for a moment as she scanned his thoughts, having completely missed what he had said.
"Aye, more of the bread please, I've had enough Ale."
Her last kill had been a few days ago, her client being very pleased with the outcome, had added a bonus on top of her already pricey fee. 'Fracking Politicians.' The elf hated working in Erelict for that very reason. Had the pay not been amazing, she wouldn't have been seen anywhere near there. Most of her jobs came from Cari, but if it happened to be political, it was usually sourced back to Erelict.
The barkeep returned, switching out her ale cup for a cup of water, and placing bread in front of her. His curious eyes scanned her, placing his weight upon one hip as he continued to stare. Kat bit into the food quickly, glancing up at him from beneath her hood. One fair, hand reaching up to cover her mouth as she swallowed her food.
"Can I help you, friend?"
Kat's tone was light, airy, an edge of curiosity to her purr. For a resident of Sheylith to recognize her, they'd have to be immortal, or elven. This man was human. And he was gawking.
"I've never seen elves drink anything other than Kefir, let alone a high elf. You went straight for the Ale, though. You've got my approval, don't be shy if you need anything. A word of caution before I let you be, be wary of the far hall when you're going up to your room. We've got Godfrey Deacon in Location Arrest, and he can get a bit out of hand around elves."
Kat Nodded a thanks, as the human walked away, tending to other customers. Her attention went to her food, and then back to what the barkeep had said. There was a part of her that hoped this Godfrey fellow would test her patience, he'd be in for a rude awakening, and then there was another part of her that didn't really want to clean up that mess, and she had other things to do in Sheylith that were more important than pissing off the city guard. Avoiding the man would probably work out for the better. The elf continued to eat, losing herself in her thoughts, the glass of water touching her lips every now and then, as she sat at the taverns' bar.
"...a darkness that will swallow the dawn."
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Ooc: Here's my novel. *Drops Mic*