In the Company of Claws
There is not many things the Widowmaker fears. Why would she, when she’s the one that does the frightening? She isn’t, however, brave to the point of foolishness. She is not immune to pain. She is not immune to the prickling feeling of goosebumps on her skin. She was human, once. And she hasnt yet lost all of her humanity.
Neither has the beast below her.
In the deepest part of Zaun, the mist lies thick like smoke, but she can see him clearly in the sickly green lighting of the gaslights that hang above the alley. His fur is on end. He senses her. That’s something that’s never occurred. It’s both intriguing and unnerving. How best to approach without getting her face ripped off by his claws? Only time would tell.
It wasn’t typical of Evelynn to do charity work. In fact, it never happened. It was, however, just like her to use information to her advantage.
She wormed her way down the side of the building, swimming in the shadow, remaining stealthed. She wound her way to a good deal away behind him, before speaking. She stayed invisible but braced herself, claws drawn, should he leap towards her voice.
“Don’t be alarmed. I come with news.”
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