+=Be the White-haired...troll?
I follow a cerulean blood down a way to long hallway. Her heels make an irritating clicking sound as she steps on the tile. Her name is Mortis Ahvian, or as everyone else calls her Betrayer. She is about a 12 sweeps old and usually over exaggerates the sounds 'ah', 'eh', 'uh', and 'oh'. Her mid length hair neatly flows around her downward curved horns. Her pointy ears are pierced multiple times, her silver jewelry dangling proudly from them. From what I have learned from the other servants in this hive she is the type who only looks out for herself no matter what. I have heard a few stray words like "such a snitch" and "terrible backstabber". Obviously she is not someone I'd like to be around, or serve, but I have no say in the matter. Especially under these… circumstances.
She makes an abrupt stop, catching me off guard and causing me to bump into her. She whips around and hisses at me. I am not one of her favorite servants. Just a few days into this job and she's already sick of me. Well, I've had enough of this as well. She harasses me about every little thing and keeps me up at all hours of the night with small and stupid requests. I growl back clenching my fist.
"You Gog damned idiot!" before I could think words began flowing out of my mouth. "Look, I don't care how much money you spent on me! I am Mischief! HE WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" I scowl at her trying hard not to back down. "Crap, Mischief is referring to himself in third person again. Mischief will surely be punished for thi- wait this is her fault anyways. Mischief used to be royalty and Mischief should be treated as such. Not like some disgusting peasant blood." I think to myself for a bit. Unfortunately, this made me very vulnerable to the slap across the face Mortis had just given me. I let out an unintentional whimper as I fell on the tile.
"I will not stand attitude from filth like you." She grabs a fistful of my hair including my ponytail and begins dragging me down the corridor. I screech and claw at her to let me go.
"*huff* ARGH! Where are you taking Mischief?" I scream.
"Shut it you ungrateful little grub! You'll get your punishment. But first…" she clears her throat and makes her voice sickly sweet. She drops me and I calm down.
"Dear Mischief, as my servant you must do as I say. Now I'm sure you have heard the rumors from my other servants, hmm. Well, maybe you haven't… the ones who do make it back I force to keep quiet about those subjects and…" She shakes her head; clearing her thoughts.
"Anyways, I need you to go out and kill someone for me. She looks like this." She hands me a piece a paper with a sketch that looked like a wriggler drew it.
"It shouldn't be too hard to catch her if you're stealthy enough."
"You expect me to use this PITIFUL EXCUSE for a drawing in order for me to locate my target. I'm flattered by your compliment of my perceptiveness," I say. "I guess she does respect me a little." She scowls at me again. I ignore her and begin drawing a better picture on the back of the paper.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she yells.
"Drawing." My reply was simple and plain. She began clenching her fists and grinding her teeth. She starts muttering under her breath.
"P-perhaps I made a mistake with this purchase. He's so arrogant and his hair and eyes are so weird. No, take control. SLAVE! I ORDER YOU TO ST-"
"Excuse me, but you're interrupting," I cut her off. "I suggest you quiet down while I finish this." I continue sketching and finishing off the final details.
"There. Now I'm done." I smirk as she snarls, fire in her eyes.
"Is this her?" I hand the paper back to her.
"I guess. Don't think you're better than me just because you can draw."
"I personally think it does," I sneer.
"JUST GO!" she snapped pointing in the direction of the exit. She turned back,"Oh, and good luck…You'll need it." I give her a puzzled look before straightening myself up and leaving.
/Later/
"Excuse me, miss," I said, stopping a random mustard blood on the street. Both of her eyes were a bright red and her hair was cut very short. She had strange freckle-like spots on her face, across her nose. Her clothes had many patches in them, but most were covered by a thick black apron. She looked at me with dull and tired eyes.
"Yeah. You need something?"
"Oh, um, yes. I was wondering if you knew where I could find…" I unwrap the paper in my pocket and read the name. "The Silencer." The woman's eyes widened. She shook nervously.
"Bless you traveler. May your brave or foolish efforts not be in vain."
"Look lady, Mischief isn't looking for a prophecy. He just wants you to show him the way." She rolls her eyes.
"Hmph. I believe I heard something about a place the Silencer goes during this time of day… but it'll cost you." I bite my lip thinking it over.
"How much?"
"6 gold pieces."
"WHAT!? That's outrageous."
"Well then, I'll take my business elsewhere." She turns, beginning to leave.
"Wait! Fine, take the money." I grumpily pull the money out of my money pouch. "Ahvian better reimburse me."
"So, where is she." The lowblood studied the coins, flipping them over a few times, making sure they were real. She preceded to bite one before looking at it again and dropping it into her apron pocket.
"Well, I heard from someone that she likes to go stalking around Hingesnatcher's Woods around this time. Maybe she's over there." I turn and at a certain angle I was able to see the woods.
"Okay then. Thank you, I guess." I begin to trek in the direction leaving the women behind me. I began to regret wearing my good shoes and wish I was wearing something more comfortable. "Oh well. All I have to do is kill this one chick and I can go back to my respite block and rest in my recuperacoon." I sigh, contempt just thinking of the cool sopor oozing around my body. Soon, I am at my destination. I look around not being able to see anything, or anyone for that matter.
"Hm. Where is she? The lowblood said she'd be here. Wait. What's that?" A gust of wind blew something in the trees. The object made a soft clinking sound as the wind blew through it.
"Is that a-." I move closer to the object. It begins to take on a more definite shape. It turned out to be a skeleton with strings tying it to a bunch of trees.
"Who put this up here? And was there a reason behind it?"
"FREEZE ASSHOLE!" I did as I was told and stiffened up. A scythe's blade was pressed against my neck. "Shit, I'm in trouble."
