Post by Fearinal on Mar 14, 2009 12:39:59 GMT -5
The ogre crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. Fearin lept back easily, the swift grace of the Cat giving all his movements a fluid beauty. He landed softly, his tail swishing back and fourth, his ears darting about seeking his next prey.
Silence. None left in this part of the garden. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes and let his body melt.
His native nightelvin form was far less physically impressive than the nightsaber he had just been. Average height, well below average weight, he quickly went to work rifling the body. Unable to quite reach, he scooted himself around to the other side, his legs dragging uselessly behind. He'd left his crutches at the inn with the rest of his packs, and with only his staff to support himself on, standing was honestly more trouble than it was worth.
He sighed, pushing a few strands of his feather-fine hair back behind his ear. No key, and none of the little charmed baubles he'd been sent for. A handful of silver coins was his only prize for all the blood.
A horrifyingly familiar voice behind him made him jump, scattering the coins across the grass.
"I knew you'd come back to me."
Fearin spun around sharply. The Shen'drala Lorekeeper smiled plesantly back at him. Fearin hesitated, scooting back a bit. He didn't know the man's name, but he recognized him as the one who'd been staring at him the whole time he was in the library. The man smiled plesantly, raising a hand. Something about it, about the look in his eyes, chilled Fearin. Swiftly he shed his elvin form, shifting to Cat and turning to flee. The man flicked his fingers, his eyes flashed, and Fearin dropped limply to the ground. The man grinned triumphantly to himself.
"Welcome home, love."
Silence. None left in this part of the garden. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes and let his body melt.
His native nightelvin form was far less physically impressive than the nightsaber he had just been. Average height, well below average weight, he quickly went to work rifling the body. Unable to quite reach, he scooted himself around to the other side, his legs dragging uselessly behind. He'd left his crutches at the inn with the rest of his packs, and with only his staff to support himself on, standing was honestly more trouble than it was worth.
He sighed, pushing a few strands of his feather-fine hair back behind his ear. No key, and none of the little charmed baubles he'd been sent for. A handful of silver coins was his only prize for all the blood.
A horrifyingly familiar voice behind him made him jump, scattering the coins across the grass.
"I knew you'd come back to me."
Fearin spun around sharply. The Shen'drala Lorekeeper smiled plesantly back at him. Fearin hesitated, scooting back a bit. He didn't know the man's name, but he recognized him as the one who'd been staring at him the whole time he was in the library. The man smiled plesantly, raising a hand. Something about it, about the look in his eyes, chilled Fearin. Swiftly he shed his elvin form, shifting to Cat and turning to flee. The man flicked his fingers, his eyes flashed, and Fearin dropped limply to the ground. The man grinned triumphantly to himself.
"Welcome home, love."