Fayne
02-21-11, 09:51 PM
((Closed to.. someone..))
Around midnight Fayne felt a sharpness on her palm. Her brow furrowed as she woke, the dream gone in an instant. The pricking continued and she growled irritably when opening her eyes. At the sound of her voice, the sharpness went away.
"My lady.. I think.. it is time now." The nekojin completely bound by greening burlap rope next to her murmured. His speech had been awkward, as all teeth save for two were missing, kept for the sole purpose of waking her up.
Fayne flickered her sleepy eyes and looked up to find a moonlit sky. "It may be." She answered, pulling the rough blankets and the nekojin's clothes off herself. Fayne felt around the cramped space between two walls they had took shelter in, finding the belt and satchels where she left them, and most importantly, the letter. That was one good thing.
Her hand then reached out for the nekojin and she slowly ran her fingers over his ropes, feeling every fiber. After a time, he eyes narrowed.
"You've been trying to escape."
The nekojin trembled. "..my lady.. I would not.. risk.."
Fayne sharply interjected.
"A few hours to cut through with two fangs. Foolish chance to take. You ferals are not as clever as expected."
"B..but the rope was like..that..before! I did not.."
Fayne only heared dishonesty in his words and gathered herself up. Without the blankets her skin quickly chilled from the cold.
"..What are..you going.. to do..now.."
"To see my mother." Fayne replied before she paused for an uncomfortable moment. "You betrayed my trust."
As expected the nekojin mewled more denials. She ignored them and soundlessly drew her blade. The captor must have seen it.
A half hour passed and Fayne left the alley to the wispy white street. The black wave of death her sword passed onto her made her wish she could have found more people but the feeling she got from the lone nekojin seemed to suffice despite the long while it had been since the last killing. She leaned down to give her dripping red blade a quick wipe against the snow before continuing on through the city. It took care to not slip on some of the wooden walkways, and Akashima was full of them. They delayed her progress more than a few times and she hoped the nekojin counting the hours had not blundered.
Close to another half hour passed before she found Akashima's lengthy habour, where many ships were outlined in the darkness. The few lit vessels were bleak compared to the lantern lights carried by the patrollers. There were far more than Fayne expected so she occasionally detoured to avoid contact. Being confronted was the last thing she needed and the thought of being late with the sender of the mysterious letter quickened her steps.
The letters message was suspicious as it implied that she had been watched for some time, which had unsettled the young murderess. Even if the letter spoke of some 'Dark Mother' and a cult devoted to death, she knew well it could have easily been written by someone else hoping to ambush her. Whoever it was after her, Fayne had no intention of hiding.
For the next hour she roamed the seaside walkways before the instructed meeting place was found. The dock of redwood with the tall ornate arch that overlooked the ocean was distanced away from other piers and the glow of guard lanterns seemed faint in the distance. Fayne walked up along the single pier and waited, letter and sword held in her hands. There were no ships or boats headed for the crimson dock that she could have seen, atleast not yet, and all was quiet save the gentle lapping of the water below. Maybe the sender was not even coming on a boat and was behind her instead? Or maybe there was no one coming at all and she came too late. Fayne kept a guard up regardless.
The silvery moon, the silence and the twinkling frost that overhung the arch felt strangely serene as she stood there. With both eyes settled on the moonlit sea, she wondered what fate awaited her.
Around midnight Fayne felt a sharpness on her palm. Her brow furrowed as she woke, the dream gone in an instant. The pricking continued and she growled irritably when opening her eyes. At the sound of her voice, the sharpness went away.
"My lady.. I think.. it is time now." The nekojin completely bound by greening burlap rope next to her murmured. His speech had been awkward, as all teeth save for two were missing, kept for the sole purpose of waking her up.
Fayne flickered her sleepy eyes and looked up to find a moonlit sky. "It may be." She answered, pulling the rough blankets and the nekojin's clothes off herself. Fayne felt around the cramped space between two walls they had took shelter in, finding the belt and satchels where she left them, and most importantly, the letter. That was one good thing.
Her hand then reached out for the nekojin and she slowly ran her fingers over his ropes, feeling every fiber. After a time, he eyes narrowed.
"You've been trying to escape."
The nekojin trembled. "..my lady.. I would not.. risk.."
Fayne sharply interjected.
"A few hours to cut through with two fangs. Foolish chance to take. You ferals are not as clever as expected."
"B..but the rope was like..that..before! I did not.."
Fayne only heared dishonesty in his words and gathered herself up. Without the blankets her skin quickly chilled from the cold.
"..What are..you going.. to do..now.."
"To see my mother." Fayne replied before she paused for an uncomfortable moment. "You betrayed my trust."
As expected the nekojin mewled more denials. She ignored them and soundlessly drew her blade. The captor must have seen it.
A half hour passed and Fayne left the alley to the wispy white street. The black wave of death her sword passed onto her made her wish she could have found more people but the feeling she got from the lone nekojin seemed to suffice despite the long while it had been since the last killing. She leaned down to give her dripping red blade a quick wipe against the snow before continuing on through the city. It took care to not slip on some of the wooden walkways, and Akashima was full of them. They delayed her progress more than a few times and she hoped the nekojin counting the hours had not blundered.
Close to another half hour passed before she found Akashima's lengthy habour, where many ships were outlined in the darkness. The few lit vessels were bleak compared to the lantern lights carried by the patrollers. There were far more than Fayne expected so she occasionally detoured to avoid contact. Being confronted was the last thing she needed and the thought of being late with the sender of the mysterious letter quickened her steps.
The letters message was suspicious as it implied that she had been watched for some time, which had unsettled the young murderess. Even if the letter spoke of some 'Dark Mother' and a cult devoted to death, she knew well it could have easily been written by someone else hoping to ambush her. Whoever it was after her, Fayne had no intention of hiding.
For the next hour she roamed the seaside walkways before the instructed meeting place was found. The dock of redwood with the tall ornate arch that overlooked the ocean was distanced away from other piers and the glow of guard lanterns seemed faint in the distance. Fayne walked up along the single pier and waited, letter and sword held in her hands. There were no ships or boats headed for the crimson dock that she could have seen, atleast not yet, and all was quiet save the gentle lapping of the water below. Maybe the sender was not even coming on a boat and was behind her instead? Or maybe there was no one coming at all and she came too late. Fayne kept a guard up regardless.
The silvery moon, the silence and the twinkling frost that overhung the arch felt strangely serene as she stood there. With both eyes settled on the moonlit sea, she wondered what fate awaited her.