🐻 — @cinxalta / continued
Slowly. . . Slowly. . . Slowly. . .
She backtracked as quietly as any feline could, but she worried that that sudden and painfully quick beating of her heart might give away that there was — in fact — someone there. Someone that was trespassing on territory belonging to the opposing faction.
But it wasn’t the trespassing that had worried her. It was being discovered. She had been so sure of herself, so sure in her footing and awareness, that it didn’t occur to her that she might bump into someone. And when it finally happened, she didn’t know what to do. Her hackles rose, her tail flicked. She would never attack without reason, but she would be quick to defend herself if need be.
Except that there was nothing to defend herself from.
Anita stopped, amber eyes growing wide. She looked left, then she looked right. Someone had been standing there, she was sure of it! Another sharp turn, and she was met with the same uneasy feeling — a feeling that, when she was pinned, tripled in her gut.
Touch rendered her stealth ineffective. Her image reappeared, but she no longer retained her feline form. Rather, she returned to her human appearance. She could have chosen something bigger and stronger, something that might shake off her captor, but the rogue’s choice spot meant they were still hidden from view. Causing a scene now would only ensure the demise she had tried to tip-toe around.
“I might have been a li’l curious, yeh. You guys ain’t the only ones that can sneak around, y’know. But, uh — about that. You’re gonna get up and let me go, right? Wun’t doin’ any harm. Just wanted to get a closer look at the place while I’m here.”
--- A smile peeled back her painted lips, slow and almost menacing. An act, of course, she had no intention of doing anything to this little trespasser. If anything, she had only had the intention to scare her a little. For if she couldn’t have a little fun, then really, what was the point? Yet still, she held the sharpened stone blade towards what had now been revealed to be a woman.
Sitting up, Deranna took a moment to regard the woman trapped below her. Her smile slipping. The words causing little more than a chuckle to escape her lips. “Typically, I’m none too fond of your sort,” she’d state simply, a gruff noise escaping her lips, never once moving from her position. She knew, of course, that many would have simply removed this potential threat upon finding her.
And yet, Deranna simply wasn’t like that.
Still, she would shake her head. To simply let her go would be to betray those who trusted her. And she had done enough that could have been considered betrayal. “Nah, see, can’t be doing that,” the smile once again tugging at her lips, “Do gotta wonder just why you decided it’d be clever to simply walk into enemy territory,” she let out a low chuckle, “Alone,” Not that she hadn’t done the same many times before, of course, but she wasn’t about to mention that out loud.
“Way I see it, I ought to just...“ She trailed off, gaze falling to the path, the sound of footsteps and armour and gruff voices rendering her silent for but a moment, “Ought to slit your throat here and be done with it,”
Drawing a breath, she moved the dagger from the woman’s throat, “I won’t, though, but neither am I about to letcha just wander willy nilly about this city. Nah, your sticking with me and together,” she let out a small huff of a laugh, “Together we’ll get your stupid self out of here. Alive,”
