the shadow binds us

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[nightdrawndagger]

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ —  strength ★★★★★★★★★★ —  offense ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  defense ★★★★★★★★★★ —  speed ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  durability (scale armor & regeneration) ★★★★★★★★★★ —  accuracy ★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  agility ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  stamina ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  teamwork ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  stealth   ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  close combat ★★★★★★★★★★ —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s ) ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s ) ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s ) ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  superpowers / abilities ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  traps/setups   ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  medic

ANY LASTING INJURIES FROM COMBAT?

None.

FIGHTING STYLE? ( BOLD ANY THAT APPLY. )

commander / duelist / honourable / dishonourable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological  / superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney  / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret  / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

TAGGED BY: @lyallse​ TAGGING: no

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lyallse:

While Se did find mangled remains of the shadowy tendrils the thief commanded, they fizzled out as soon as he inched closer. Se rubbed his face in annoyance. There’s nothing he could hope to bring with him to examine.

…which in a way is just fine, he supposes. It doesn’t seem wise to involve himself much with the man, now that he thinks about it. He turned away from the alley then, to mingle with the still crowded streets and find a place to spend the night.

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“It’s all very nice of you, ma'am. Thank you.” The boy smiled, a trifle shyly, at the lady behind the fruit stall as she added–as a bonus–a pear to his purchases. Se expressed thanks once more before ducking out of her stall.

Looks like it will be a fine night, he thought as he picked out the stars dotting the clear sky peeking from the tattered tarps serving as the market’s cover. I guess I can go see my father now.

“…or not,” he finished his thought in a disappointed mumble. Straight ahead, he could see him: a guy in dark clothing, a mop of tousled hair on his head and a grin that says he owns the world. He never got a good look on the man from last night, but his eyes–his eyes are the ones Se recognizes best. “Damn, this bastard.”

The frail frame and skunk hair were unmistakable, but Asher easily kept the shock of stumbling into Se from his face. Instead, his smile somehow grew impossibly more smug. A large woman bumped into him as he stood in the flow of the crowd, and in that brief moment he snatched an apple from her bag. He noted a tightening in Se’s brow. Even minor crimes bother the fool, he mused.

“Hello again, buttercup. I knew you couldn’t resist me after last night,” he took a bite of the crisp fruit, then offered it to Se. Asher moved forward still holding the apple out. “Have a taste.”

Weapons, and general fighting, have been banned from the main market since the merchants guild bought out the town. Only guards and the wealthy were allowed to wear them, but perhaps the idiot before him was fresh from the boats. If he could be goaded into attacking first then most of the work to get the rings will be done for Asher. All he would need to do is take them from the guards’ room in the jailhouse. 

[lyallse]

“…you’re not human,” he uttered in an amused tone, the statement almost like an accidental voicing of his thoughts.

Se advanced with his enchanted rifle in hand, though he took care to stop a fair distance from the reach of Asher’s blade. He eyed the thick and dark substance on the ground. “I don’t want any trouble. Leave me alone.”

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“Of course I’m human,” Asher bit out, “Maybe you should have asked your god for brains instead of a damned sun.” This is not good, he thought. There wasn’t much he could do cowering in the holy glow of that moron. At least the pain was fading now that his shadows retreated to the protection of his clothes and skin. But that meant he was cut off from the others. 

He cautiously felt along the ground until he found a shadow cast by refuse that connected another, and another until the chain led back to Se’s. The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows. And that gun cast a dark pool the voidlords would drink from. With a thought, black hands grabbed from thin air at his hair, yanking him back to the ground.

In the moment the gun and its owner fell Asher disappeared from sight.

[lyallse]

Judging from Asher’s reaction to the light, Se hadn’t expected him to retaliate so soon. He realized what the thief was up to belatedly and now he’s left to pick himself up in the deserted alley.

A mercy he did not choose to stab me. He sighed, letting the rifle dissipate into glimmering motes before flicking his wrist and swapping to his pistol. Whoever it was that attacked him appears to have fled but he could be lurking nearby. Best be ready just in case.

“He’s an interesting fellow,” he murmured, making his way to where Asher lay hunched earlier in hopes of finding something that could help him identify what he just dealt with. Of course I’m human. Se pondered over that response. Maybe he is… though not entirely.

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From his hiding spot, he watched the other leave the area as if nothing happened. Letting him simply walk away unharmed was infuriating. That never happens. He always wins. It would be so easy to drive a blade deep... Asher shook his head. Until he figured out how to snuff that light it was too risky.

Not even Father could bring him back from that.

Once he was sure Se was out of sight, slinked to his safe house to lick his wounds. He slept most of the day, but managed to drag himself to the food stalls for the dinner deals. After a few successful pickpockets he felt brazen enough to take a few peaches for dessert from right in front of their owner.

[lyallse]

“…you’re not human,” he uttered in an amused tone, the statement almost like an accidental voicing of his thoughts.

Se advanced with his enchanted rifle in hand, though he took care to stop a fair distance from the reach of Asher’s blade. He eyed the thick and dark substance on the ground. “I don’t want any trouble. Leave me alone.”

[nightdrawndagger]

“Of course I’m human,” Asher bit out, “Maybe you should have asked your god for brains instead of a damned sun.” This is not good, he thought. There wasn’t much he could do cowering in the holy glow of that moron. At least the pain was fading now that his shadows retreated to the protection of his clothes and skin. But that meant he was cut off from the others. 

He cautiously felt along the ground until he found a shadow cast by refuse that connected another, and another until the chain led back to Se’s. The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows. And that gun cast a dark pool the voidlords would drink from. With a thought, black hands grabbed from thin air at his hair, yanking him back to the ground.

In the moment the gun and its owner fell Asher disappeared from sight.

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lyallse:

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It seemed as though Asher’s mark wandered aimlessly, initially heading towards the vagrants’ quarter before winding his way to the well lit merchants’ district. From there he clung to the pitched roofs where it was easier to watch the guards patrolling the area. He would have to jump the man before he strayed far from the docks. Wealthy merchants owned the buildings outside the reach of barnacles and fish guts. The guards thicken around these shops stuffed with priceless silks and jewelries making even the pettiest of crimes difficult. 

Dropping to the street a few blocks ahead, he tucked himself behind a barrel in the entrance to a narrow alley. Soon enough he heard the familiar footsteps. With a touch to the cold, damp cobblestones, he sent a tendril of dark magic darting out to snag the man’s ankle like a shepherd’s crook, pulling him to the shadows. Within seconds Asher had him pinned to the ground with a hand over his mouth and a knife to his throat.

Se tensed up the moment Asher conjured his twisted magic. True, he felt it. Acting quickly enough to save himself from its hold was entirely another matter however. It was as if he was betrayed by the very shadow under his feet.

A pained gasp was all he could muster as his skull connected with the cold ground, the blanking of his vision robbing him of any further chance of slipping from the shadow’s grasp. Se’s instinct begged him to summon one of his weapons as soon as he came to, but the cold edge of a blade stayed its voice. That and the sight of impossibly clear blue eyes boring down at him. It would have been beautiful if it wasn’t for the malice dancing just beneath the muffled glow emanating from them. So he stared back at the man, unmoving… waiting.

He would not be dying tonight.

“Give them to me,” he demanded, voice cold and calm, and hand too steady for the average mugger. When Se continued to blink up at him in a daze he leaned on the dagger to the edge of bleeding. “The rings. Slowly. I’ll cut them from your dead fingers if I have to.”

He shifted his leg to release the arm pinned under it. Confident no one would see him, all his attention was on the other man’s cautious movement.

[lyallse]

The rings. Se would have laughed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was held at knifepoint. Of course they would eventually come for the rings…

He opened his mouth to speak, thinking better of it when he felt the pressure on his arm ease. Now, in addition to not having his throat ripped open on the spot, he has an arm free. It used to irritate him to be belittled so–that he is rarely seen as a real threat–he learned that it mostly works in his favor however. Se lifted his hand, positioning it between them, mindful about letting the thief see that he has no weapon in grasp.

At least none that he could see.

It’s so dark, a voice deep in him sighed, let him see the light.

There was a brilliant flash, so bright and pure that it was as if the heavens dropped a pristine sun. Se held his hand steady, wrapping his fingers on weapon rapidly taking shape. Juno, the rifle. He has never fired it at such close range… but he would if he has to.

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There was an inhuman cry when the world suddenly became searing fire. Blind and in pain, Asher tried to crawl away from the light and ended up behind a barrel of refuse. There, curled up in a tight ball, he wretched up chunks of black goop. A few of them writhed sharing in his anguish while most were still and smoked like doused coals. 

He pointed his dagger at the sound of boot scraping the cobblestones, but all he could see was blinding light. The shadows melted away from his form leaving him frail and broken. Cursing at Se, he sliced wildly through the air hoping to hit something.

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Post 8 facts about your character

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tagged by: @lyallse

(random and mostly small facts here)

1. Asher is unusually cool to the touch, especially his hands and feet, but he doesn’t feel it. Cold weather doesn’t bother him although he’ll throw on a sweater and complain like everyone else.

2. He has trouble seeing in bright sunlight similar to how it is when you go outside after being in a dark room, but it doesn’t go away for him. Artificial is uncomfortable but doesn’t affect him as much.

3. He technically has had three fathers, but only considers one of them father.

4. Magic is the only thing that can permanently damage him.

5. Things have a tendency to grow around him even when they shouldn’t, and wither when he leaves.

6. His minor ability to heal others doesn’t come from Enkari.

7. Win his heart with peaches.

8. He can’t cook.

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lyallse:

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It seemed as though Asher’s mark wandered aimlessly, initially heading towards the vagrants’ quarter before winding his way to the well lit merchants’ district. From there he clung to the pitched roofs where it was easier to watch the guards patrolling the area. He would have to jump the man before he strayed far from the docks. Wealthy merchants owned the buildings outside the reach of barnacles and fish guts. The guards thicken around these shops stuffed with priceless silks and jewelries making even the pettiest of crimes difficult. 

Dropping to the street a few blocks ahead, he tucked himself behind a barrel in the entrance to a narrow alley. Soon enough he heard the familiar footsteps. With a touch to the cold, damp cobblestones, he sent a tendril of dark magic darting out to snag the man’s ankle like a shepherd’s crook, pulling him to the shadows. Within seconds Asher had him pinned to the ground with a hand over his mouth and a knife to his throat.

Se tensed up the moment Asher conjured his twisted magic. True, he felt it. Acting quickly enough to save himself from its hold was entirely another matter however. It was as if he was betrayed by the very shadow under his feet.

A pained gasp was all he could muster as his skull connected with the cold ground, the blanking of his vision robbing him of any further chance of slipping from the shadow’s grasp. Se’s instinct begged him to summon one of his weapons as soon as he came to, but the cold edge of a blade stayed its voice. That and the sight of impossibly clear blue eyes boring down at him. It would have been beautiful if it wasn’t for the malice dancing just beneath the muffled glow emanating from them. So he stared back at the man, unmoving… waiting.

He would not be dying tonight.

“Give them to me,” he demanded, voice cold and calm, and hand too steady for the average mugger. When Se continued to blink up at him in a daze he leaned on the dagger to the edge of bleeding. “The rings. Slowly. I’ll cut them from your dead fingers if I have to.”

He shifted his leg to release the arm pinned under it. Confident no one would see him, all his attention was on the other man’s cautious movement.

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lyallse:

Se has always hated crowded places.

Unfortunately for him, the man he lent assistance too the night before–whose livestock was terrorized by an unpleasant and unnaturally big boar–insisted on repaying him with a drink. Now he’s sitting next to a very drunk guy, his own mug barely touched, wondering if it would not be rude to make his exit. After poking the man a few times, he decided to go. Something in the place was making him oddly uneasy.

Outside, the night air was chill and he adjusted his coat to cover himself better. A crowded place and the cold. Two things he is not fond of. Se frowned as he stepped towards the less populated paths; soon he would reach the dark, narrow alleys…

He stopped dead in his tracks and throwing a subtle glance behind. For some reason, he’s unable to shake that feeling of being watched. Thinking that perhaps sticking to the more visible part of town would be better, he started away from the shadows.

It seemed as though Asher’s mark wandered aimlessly, initially heading towards the vagrants’ quarter before winding his way to the well lit merchants’ district. From there he clung to the pitched roofs where it was easier to watch the guards patrolling the area. He would have to jump the man before he strayed far from the docks. Wealthy merchants owned the buildings outside the reach of barnacles and fish guts. The guards thicken around these shops stuffed with priceless silks and jewelries making even the pettiest of crimes difficult. 

Dropping to the street a few blocks ahead, he tucked himself behind a barrel in the entrance to a narrow alley. Soon enough he heard the familiar footsteps. With a touch to the cold, damp cobblestones, he sent a tendril of dark magic darting out to snag the man’s ankle like a shepherd’s crook, pulling him to the shadows. Within seconds Asher had him pinned to the ground with a hand over his mouth and a knife to his throat.

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@lyallse

All night he watched the boy from a shadowed corner in the back of the room.. There was something on him weeping magic. Asher felt the arcane pressure before the blonde even came through the door hours earlier. The energy of it practically crackled across his skin when he drew near to order another drink from the barkeep. That meant it was priceless, and he knew exactly who could afford priceless. His mind drifted to what that money could buy. Who it could buy.

He shook the thoughts away. Refocused. There could be no harem without the money first. 

The boy's rings kept catching his gaze. So simple in design, polished bands of metal. One on each hand. Most likely silver. Common and relatively worthless compared to the treasures he's used to fingering. Again they flashed in the low candlelight; too bright in the dim pub. That's when he realized they were what he sought. Everything else he on him looked well worn, yet the rings perfect. No scuffs or scratches.

Magic kept them perfect.

An hour more and his target hit the cold, dark street, probably to a home he'll never see. Asher slipped out a moment after to follow him, trailing far enough that it was easy for his soft footfalls to be unheard.

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lyallse:

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He tried to keep his words cold and flat, but the venom in them kept a smile on Asher’s face.

“Oh, look who’s trying to act tough. So cute,” he says with a pat to the top of Se’s head, “You asked for the best so here I am, asshole. We won’t need more than a few hours and it’s barely midnight.”

The thief’s hand was slapped away. “We will go now to get the job done,” the hunter snarled. “You can do whatever you please after that.” With that said, he strode off leaving Asher to follow. Se could only hope that he would come along quietly and that he hasn’t forgotten about the plan he carefully laid out the night prior.

While Se’s sense of mission had a sobering effect on those whom he passed on the dark streets, Asher had the opposite. He left a wake of flirting and promises to come back to some of the prettier street walkers. Each glare and grunted complaint from Se a small victory to him. 

It wasn’t until they climbed onto the roof of a house across from their target’s that he donned the cold professionalism his partner already wore. He started going their original plan in the cant particular to the thieves guild, when he noticed Se wasn’t replying. After spitting out a few insults, Asher finally found one that Se seemed to know. “And you dared to insinuate I was the fucking amateur here.”

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An apple core flew at the waiting man a moment before Asher stepped into view. “Oh, am I late? Could have sworn you said midnight,” he innocently said despite his enormous grin saying otherwise. His soft leather boots hardly made a sound as slid over to stand close to Se, obviously not deterred by his growing scowl. “You look tense. We got some time. Go visit Tissy a few blocks over. She’s great at loosening you up before a job.” he stretches out his arms and legs, “And after.”

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[lyall-se]

“Nevermind that.”

“We’re late enough as it is,” the younger man seethed as he gave Asher a brief look from head to toe, distaste clear on his face. So unprofessional and obnoxious. “If you can’t do the job, just admit it outright. Quit trying to stall.”

[nightdrawndagger]

He tried to keep his words cold and flat, but the venom in them kept a smile on Asher’s face.

“Oh, look who’s trying to act tough. So cute,” he says with a pat to the top of Se’s head, “You asked for the best so here I am, asshole. We won’t need more than a few hours and it’s barely midnight.”

[nightdrawndagger]

An apple core flew at the waiting man a moment before Asher stepped into view. “Oh, am I late? Could have sworn you said midnight,” he innocently said despite his enormous grin saying otherwise. His soft leather boots hardly made a sound as slid over to stand close to Se, obviously not deterred by his growing scowl. “You look tense. We got some time. Go visit Tissy a few blocks over. She’s great at loosening you up before a job.” he stretches out his arms and legs, “And after.”

@lyallse

[nightdrawndagger]

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Asher glanced over his shoulder in time to catch her pouncing on the knife. In an instant he tackled her, his superior weight pinning her to the blood stained sheets. “If you know what’s best for you,” he grunted as he twisted the blade from her grip, “you will not do that again. I’m hungry enough without you cutting more holes in me.”

She thrashed furiously under him. He raised his hand back to beat her calm again, but something stayed his fist. Instead her held her jaw firm so he could lean down and kiss her. “Suppose it would be a shame to waste a little pet like you.”

[ardithofastrifer]

A frustrated cry escaped her as he forced the weapon from her hand. Now, in addition to being unarmed, he’s pinning her down on the scarlet soaked sheets. 

She froze when he grabbed her jaw, fully expecting the hand to slide lower and clamp over her neck. Understanding dawned on her soon enough however that whatever he’s had planned, it has nothing to do with killing her just yet. 

Bastard.

A sharp crack punctuated her thought as her palm connected with his cheek.

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The mistake was releasing her wrist so he could free himself of his pants. He underestimated her strength and training. There was a hollow snap in his skull as molars broke free of their moorings. Pain shot white hot through his vision before stars rose and the room went black.

Wedged between her legs, he slumped and went limp with his pants twisted halfway down his thighs. Blood dribbled from his slack mouth onto her cheek with each puff of hot breath while his mind struggled to come back online.

[nightdrawndagger]

“That’s not important,” he said as he wiped his mouth clean. His shredded shirt stubbornly clung to his skin as he peeled it off and tossed it to a corner. “I kind of liked this one.”

Without shame, he ignored her while he wiped himself down and changed into a fresh set of clothes. “I’m surprised you actually went through with that. Most of Mazhar’s concubines are little more than tight holes to play with. Speaking of him, how about we wrap you up and leave you as a gifts around his mansion?”

Pushing past her, he goes to his workbench and pulls out tools as he rambles off where he was going to leave each part of her.

[ardithofastrifer]

Ardith stood petrified as the man went about getting dressed as if nothing happened. She could not find any trace of the damage inflicted by her knife not an hour ago. The only scars she could see are the ones on his face and another on his shoulder… but those were not her doing.

Him chatting about leaving her limbs scattered around brought her back to reality and she dove for the bed where her bloodstained knife laid forgotten. There has to be a way to rid herself of this menace.

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Asher glanced over his shoulder in time to catch her pouncing on the knife. In an instant he tackled her, his superior weight pinning her to the blood stained sheets. “If you know what’s best for you,” he grunted as he twisted the blade from her grip, “you will not do that again. I’m hungry enough without you cutting more holes in me.”

She thrashed furiously under him. He raised his hand back to beat her calm again, but something stayed his fist. Instead her held her jaw firm so he could lean down and kiss her. “Suppose it would be a shame to waste a little pet like you.”

[ardithofastrifer]

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After his heart stopped, his consciousness faded to a ghost of normal. Only the first few stabs felt sharp in his mind before the dark web within him cooed and soothed. He lay still what seemed like a long time. Sometimes he liked the solitude a disconnection from the corporeal gave. Near silence with only the distant rumble of the world like thunderstorm on the horizon. A dozen times he watched it roll in and always the cold rain shocked him back to reality.

Severe wounds knitted from the inside. First the holes in his heart and lungs, then muscle and bone. Replenished blood filled his veins. Life twitched his fingers first, and what little color his pale skin held flooded back to his cheeks and lips. He coughed raggedly as his mind was thrust into him, and cleared the clotted blood from his airway.

Spook rolled onto his stomach to choke up the last chunks, then sat up to greet the wide eyed girl as she came out of the side room to investigate his sounds. He tilted his head, some third sense determining the time.

“Morning, sweetie,” he grinned through a bloodstained mouth.

—–

After having spent a solid fifteen minutes of searching and poking for an exit, Ardith finally came to admit it: This poor excuse for living quarters is a locked vault. The single door she found refused to even budge.

Magic? She growled to herself, absently swiping an arm over her scarlet stained cheek, not occurring to her in the frustrated state that she’s in that her arms are even bloodier than her face. How do I break through, there’s got to b–

Coughing and hacking from the other room made her furred ears pick up. That doesn’t sound and feel right. Her mind reeled as she stood frozen in confusion; dread slowly creeping up her spine before she finally found nerve enough to lift a foot and practically bolt to the bedroom to check… 

“You… What the fuck.. how…”

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“That’s not important,” he said as he wiped his mouth clean. His shredded shirt stubbornly clung to his skin as he peeled it off and tossed it to a corner. “I kind of liked this one.”

Without shame, he ignored her while he wiped himself down and changed into a fresh set of clothes. “I’m surprised you actually went through with that. Most of Mazhar’s concubines are little more than tight holes to play with. Speaking of him, how about we wrap you up and leave you as a gifts around his mansion?”

Pushing past her, he goes to his workbench and pulls out tools as he rambles off where he was going to leave each part of her.

[ardithofastrifer]

-

It was useless to try and keep track of time in the cramped windowless room. Even sounds from the world outside are blocked by the thick stone walls and it was frustrating to only have a kidnapping bastard for companionship. Speaking of which, he appears to have fallen asleep. Time to move.

As silently as she could, she rubbed her tail on the ropes securing her wrists. A glimmer of silver peeking out from the silky fur. While it may be true that her tail has given her plenty of grief from all the men pulling on it, this is one of the many reasons why she will always love the furry appendage. Pretty and useful; she actually grinned. A few minutes later and her arms are free and after pulling the miniature dagger from her tail, set about to cutting the rest of her binds. She gave the room another good look. So far she could only see one exit; unless the one leading to the makeshift kitchen has a door leading out, which she highly doubts. 

Well she could simply use the front door. Ardith turned to the sleeping man, each step silent and sure, knife in hand. A little bit of cleaning up first.

[nightdrawndagger]

A comforting dark filled his dreams. He rolled over onto his back, murmuring in a foreign tongue. The pillow clutched to his chest provided little protection against the knife the plunged through it. Pain twisted his face a half second before his eyes snapped open to meet hers.

Mirth replaced the normal fear or hate she might have found, and laughter bubbled up through the last of his blood choked breaths.

[ardithofastrifer]

It was unlike anything she was expecting. A struggle, an armor shielding his heart–anything but hearing the insanity that is the laughter of a dead man. Ardith wasn’t new to the trade, she has killed before. But this… this reeks of all things gone bad.

In her panic Ardith lifted yanked the knife out, sending a fresh spray of sickeningly warm arterial blood all over the bed, the low stone ceiling and all over her clothes and face. Screaming, she brought the knife down once again and again and again…

“Fuck this all,” she muttered hoarsely, the bloodied knife clattering the the floor. That should do it. It’s over.

[nightdrawndagger]

After his heart stopped, his consciousness faded to a ghost of normal. Only the first few stabs felt sharp in his mind before the dark web within him cooed and soothed. He lay still what seemed like a long time. Sometimes he liked the solitude a disconnection from the corporeal gave. Near silence with only the distant rumble of the world like thunderstorm on the horizon. A dozen times he watched it roll in and always the cold rain shocked him back to reality.

Severe wounds knitted from the inside. First the holes in his heart and lungs, then muscle and bone. Replenished blood filled his veins. Life twitched his fingers first, and what little color his pale skin held flooded back to his cheeks and lips. He coughed raggedly as his mind was thrust into him, and cleared the clotted blood from his airway.

Spook rolled onto his stomach to choke up the last chunks, then sat up to greet the wide eyed girl as she came out of the side room to investigate his sounds. He tilted his head, some third sense determining the time. 

“Morning, sweetie,” he grinned through a bloodstained mouth.

[ardithofastrifer]

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It was useless to try and keep track of time in the cramped windowless room. Even sounds from the world outside are blocked by the thick stone walls and it was frustrating to only have a kidnapping bastard for companionship. Speaking of which, he appears to have fallen asleep. Time to move.

As silently as she could, she rubbed her tail on the ropes securing her wrists. A glimmer of silver peeking out from the silky fur. While it may be true that her tail has given her plenty of grief from all the men pulling on it, this is one of the many reasons why she will always love the furry appendage. Pretty and useful; she actually grinned. A few minutes later and her arms are free and after pulling the miniature dagger from her tail, set about to cutting the rest of her binds. She gave the room another good look. So far she could only see one exit; unless the one leading to the makeshift kitchen has a door leading out, which she highly doubts. 

Well she could simply use the front door. Ardith turned to the sleeping man, each step silent and sure, knife in hand. A little bit of cleaning up first.

[nightdrawndagger]

A comforting dark filled his dreams. He rolled over onto his back, murmuring in a foreign tongue. The pillow clutched to his chest provided little protection against the knife the plunged through it. Pain twisted his face a half second before his eyes snapped open to meet hers.

Mirth replaced the normal fear or hate she might have found, and laughter bubbled up through the last of his blood choked breaths.