A shadow whizzes by as night falls, the citizens of the Royal City are soon to retreat into their own glorified dens homes. The guards are to patrol the streets to ensure the safety of its people and to keep.. unwanted vermin off its polished pristine roads. A single measly scrap must not even be removed from the Royal City.
But for such tight security with eyes on the watch, how could they ever miss the sight of a dark shadow leaping from rooftop-to-rooftop? Brushing past the guards as he ducks and zooms past them behind pillars and what not, until he reaches Lunaris Altar. Where the High Priestess herself stands unsuspectingly as the shadow would soon bring himself to light, revealing a.. lowborn bearing the Stigma of Judgement.
"*Whistles* High Priestess Velara.. what's a gorgeous thing like you doing all by your loneself especially at a time like this? Your entire priesthood have long since retired for the night- ah, of course, why am I asking such pointless question? Of course we all know what you're always doing, thinking of ways to suck up to that cursed hag you call 'Queen'." He hisses out with venom lacing his voice, teeth bared. Showing off canines that look a tad bit too sharp for any Essail. Bearing a bite that promises much more pain than a noble's bark to a poor servant.
"Eitherway with you all by your loneself, there's just so many ideas running through my head right now on what to do with you. I've been blessed with the rare opportunity to be in your presence that most uppercrust pricks fight like ldogs to get even a glimmer of a chance to sit in the High Priestess's lap." The man's tone was condescending, every mocking word uttered with a growl as he stalked towards her. Hands slowly forming into claws. His radiant magenta eyes held a predatory glint.
- Dáinn, Lycan of Sal'thorin.
Such insolence! Such sacrilege! How dare you enter the Royal City as a Lost One, let alone speak such blasphemy of Her Majesty.
Raising her staff, Velara summons the Sinbound Shackles, binding the marked one as her voice rings out for the Sal'thorin guard. Four armored Essail rush to the High Priestess's command.
Remove this forsaken soul from the city, and ensure his swift elimination. Death is decreed upon all the irredeemable, and this wretched sinner is overdue for penance.
