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Post by Ange de la Mort on Apr 30, 2011 0:32:35 GMT -5
I had grown bored of murder these days. It was a strange thing to feel, a new thing, but perhaps it was simply the mood in the City these days. Death was stalking the Palace halls and grounds and not all of it connected to me. I'd watched people grieve and sob, but the victims were forever out of my reach.
I was walking through Night's Doorstep, only mildly interested in the whores whose days should have been numbered for even glancing my way, when it hit me. What if I took someone but didn't kill them? There were fates worse than death, were there not?
My thoughts were suddenly alive with the possibilities, and when a pretty little thing passed too close to me, I stopped, turned and watched her. Not a street whore, no, she was too graceful for that. Worse, an adept. My eyes narrowed as I studied her, the way she deferred to passersby, her eyes downcast. Not enough spirit for a Valerian ... Alyssum. A smile crossed my lips as a plan formed like a gift in my mind, handed to me and tied with a golden ribbon.
Quickly I turned and followed her, winding my through the streets as she headed toward the City proper. Luckily for me, she took a wrong turn down a side street that led to ... the witch? Perhaps it wasn't a wrong turn, but she wasn't going to make to the witch woman's door tonight.
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