Dark Desires

[Jonel]

Lurking in the shadows she watches the poeple as they passby, never aware of her presence. One man stops infront of her and leans against the stone blocking her view. Her hand instinctively reaches for the dagger sheathed in her left bracer. Before her fingers touch the leather bound hilt she pauses and scowls at herself. Her mission was to observe, not to kill, not yet.

As the man leaned infront of her smoking his pipe she closed her eyes and willed her self patience. But as her eyes closed she saw her small hand slipping the dagger into the small of his back just left of the spine, the small blade slipping back out smoothly covered in the man's blood. The blood as it pumped from the wound spilling over the ground, and the small sound living things make as their life seeps from them escaping his mouth as he slumps to the ground.

Her eyes snap open as a moan nearly escapes her lips, her hands clenching so tight her nuckles turn bone white. The man waves and greets some friends of his and moves from her view, taking advantage of this she moves away from the crowds and to the more quiet areas. As she walked she departs the shadows in hopes of some bandits or something else will assault her so she has an excuse to kill.

[Jonel]

Sitting in the shadows of the giant oak outside the Second Wind Inn, hidden by the various shrubbery around its base, sits a small woman clad in various shades of grey and black her cold eyes focused on the small talisman she carries around with her. The talisman is gold with a black gloved fist on it with various runes running around the edge. Her thoughts are dark as she tries search through the emptiness that is her memories to remember what the talisman is supposed to represent, and what it inturn means to her.

Frustrated she finally gives up and puts the talisman back inside her armor were it rests on her chest. Looking around she slips from the brush and walks off to locate Taazk or some other form of entertainment. She walks in the open for once thinking wistfully to herself that maybe some one will attempt to stop her and provide a measure of entertainment to distract her from persuits that she was otherwise warned against.

[Jonel]

Moving silently through the shadows of the evening her eyes dart around as if watching for something. The farm house is silent and the lights are out showing that no one is awake or aware that a predator is stalking the road this night. Glancing across the dirt road she notes the field that seems to be falling into decay, an air of rotting plants hanging in the air.

As she slips through the shadows of the farm house a noise causes her to freeze, her eyes darting to the small stream where two silouetts stood. The light from a cigar gave her the point to referrence how tall they where and enough illumination to determine that one of them is male. A smile touches her lips as she crouches low to the ground and slowly crawls across the soft grass to the rock out cropping her dark clothing allowing her to move without being seen in the darkness.

Standing just out of sight of the two she checks her daggers, but waits to draw them instead listening for any conversation. Nothing more then complaints about there being no traffic on the road is heard from one of them. This makes her smile as she slips around the rocks to stand right next to the smoker, his stench penetrating the cloth covering her nose and mouth. Letting out a small cough she smiles even more and her eyes twinkle as the two men jump and draw their swords.

In a soft voice she asks as innocently as possible, "Looking for someone?"

The smoker lets out an angry growl and goes to grab her, his accomplice not having recovered from his shock hesitates before he to moves to help. Nimbly she slips just under his reach and lets him fall past her. Drawing her dagger she slips it expertly into the man's kidney with only a quick flash of light from the man's cigar on the blade giving any hint she had stuck him. The slower man's hand closes on her cloak for a split second before he she seems to disappear, a second flash of light is caught. The smoker growls as he turns, but he stumbles, his balance gone as he falls forward.

The second man looks dumbly at the cloak in his hands and then turns as he hears feminine giggling. He has a hard time focusing, his eyes squinting as he drops to his knees the cloak falling to the ground from his hands. Walking over to the man she pushes him backwards and reclaims her cloak before removing the mask from her face. "Thank you for the entertainment."

She replaces her mask and walks away smiling, returning to the shadows that are like home to her now.

[Jonel]

Looking around after slipping off the ship, and into the shadows, she smirks behind her cloth mask. Finally Returned to the place where she made a contract, this causes her smirk to fade as memories bring back unpleasant thoughts. Her hand goes to the hilt sticking just above her shoulder, a pleasant reminder of her own abilities. Sticking to the deepest shadows she avoids the guards ducking into alley ways, only entering the lighted streets when required and only fleetingly. Reaching the gates she shakes her head as she slips out the port, living things are easy to avoid.

Letting out a sigh she strokes the medallion on her chest through her armor, debating if she should visit that place first. With a scowl she shakes her head, they can wait for her report. She wanted to find a fresh mark and feed her precious blades, she lets out an uncharacteristic laugh at the thought of something's life blood flowing over her blades and hands.