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| Hunted; First post, wish me luck | |
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| Topic Started: Sun May 23, 2010 8:33 pm (113 Views) | |
| Lysana | Sun May 23, 2010 8:33 pm Post #1 |
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(Be nice, first post here.) Slowly, steadily, Lysana picked her way across the rubble-strewn road, carefully heading towards the centre of the city. Her longsword, strapped to her back reflected grimly in the moonlight, creating an eerie aura that followed her footsteps. There was no sound except the quiet footfalls that paced gradually along the highway - no cries of children that had once filled the air of Taras, no merchants heckling and bartering and no watchmen gossipping by the various water fountains and monuments. There was just silence, a symbol for the broken shell that Taras had become. She had loved the city. For months at a time it had provided shelter from her hunters and predators while she tried to scrape a living. She could almost not bear to look at the crumbling remains that were all that was left of her beloved city - instead, she contented herself by thinking of the solid gold reward she would gain for picking up this next mark. A murderer or assassin of some sort, it did not bother her which, fleeing capture by the authorities had hidden in the ruins of Taras following the demons' attack. So far, two attempts to take him down had ended in failure and Lysana's employer had grown weary and had come to see her directly to ask her help in bringing him down. A task like this one required stealth, and though she detested the word and all it's connotations, she realised the value of finding the mark's hideout without being spotted - she had no worries about being able to fight the target on any terms - no, she was worried about him escaping and her having to report back with failure. For the time being at least, she would have to be stealthy. She looked at the address hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper given to her. Though whole streets had been razed to the ground by the horde that had descended on the port, the skeletal structure of the city was still plain to see, so she followed the directions given with ease. Her pace quickened as she neared the supposed hideout and she began to feel the excite well-up inside her. It had been a while since she had last unleashed the red trance and battled with a worthy foe. The Veilblades and the Templars had been quiet of late and had seemed to have forgotten that she knew their secret training techniques, and though she was pleased for the respite, she knew that unless she battle came to her soon, she would have to find it. So absorbed was Lysana with her thoughts that she failed to realise she was being followed. It was not until she spied her mark, sleeping in the midst of an old ruined tavern that she felt the changes in the air, the creeping feeling that there was something behind her. That left her in a predicament - to turn round and engage what was following her, as she was sure there was something, would ruin her chances at completing the mission and returning the mark to her employer. However, to leave the creature or whatever it was risked death to the target. She was unconcerned for her own safety - there was nothing in Taras that could break her battle rage, although what with the recent happenings, nothing was sure. She lay on a slab of stone, roughly a hundred metres from where her target slept on hard stone, for a few moments more, when the choice was made for her. With a piercing shriek, a winged creature lept down from the rooftops to her left making straight for her. With lightning speed she lept up from the slightly raised slab and flipped out onto the street, ignoring the beast and heading straight for the mark. She had no idea whether she would reach him before the creature reached her. |
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