Driving rain pelted the rooftops, while the howling autumin wind
carried a hint of winter's bite. A grotesque stone gargoyle, oily black and
slick with rain, perched on the crumbling ledge of the historic Klotild
Palace, an imposing five-story apartment block adorned by elaborate Spanish
Baroque stonework. Another figure crouched beside the petrified gargoyle,
very nearly as still and silent: a beautiful woman, clad in black leather,
with long black hair and alabaster colored feathers. Her striking chestnut
eyes were fixed on the teeming streets beneath her.
' The war had all but ground to a halt in a blink of the eye. Dragaunus, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Saurian clan, had finally been killed. The Saurian horde scattered to the winds in a single night of flame and retribution. Victory had seemed to be in our grasps, the very birthright of the Ducks. Yet the ancient blood feud had proved unwilling to follow Dragaunus to the grave. Though Saurians were fewer in number, the war had become even more perilous-for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Saurians were now able to change at will. The weapons have changed, but our orders remain the same: hunt them down and kill them off one by one. Our most successful campagn. Perhaps, too successful. But for those like me, the Death Dealer, we will soon become obsolite. Pitty, because I live for it'
Mallory's keen eyes searched the hectic streets below. At first, she spotted nothing, but then two unsavory-looking individuals making their way down a crowded sidewalk.One she instantly remembered to be Siedge. For a breif moment, Mallory looked past the two saurians, and looked to a good- looking young man. He had white feathers, tall and very handsom. But Mallory had a job to do. Looking over at her companion, she nodded, watching him jump down from his high pertch.
Like a leather-clad specter, she plummeted a full five stories toward the stony floor of the alley. The death-defying fall almost certainly would have killed a mortal woman, or at the very least left her broken and bleeding on the pavement, yet Mallory landed with the elegance of a jaguar. The bustling city square, packed with innocent bystanders, was obviously no place to stage an ambush, but she felt positive that an ideal opportunity would present itself if they just followed the saurians long enough.
Mallory saw Siedge glance back over his shoulder before entering the Metro station. She nodded to her two other fellow Death Dealers before entering the Metro station after the targets.
' The war had all but ground to a halt in a blink of the eye. Dragaunus, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Saurian clan, had finally been killed. The Saurian horde scattered to the winds in a single night of flame and retribution. Victory had seemed to be in our grasps, the very birthright of the Ducks. Yet the ancient blood feud had proved unwilling to follow Dragaunus to the grave. Though Saurians were fewer in number, the war had become even more perilous-for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Saurians were now able to change at will. The weapons have changed, but our orders remain the same: hunt them down and kill them off one by one. Our most successful campagn. Perhaps, too successful. But for those like me, the Death Dealer, we will soon become obsolite. Pitty, because I live for it'
Mallory's keen eyes searched the hectic streets below. At first, she spotted nothing, but then two unsavory-looking individuals making their way down a crowded sidewalk.One she instantly remembered to be Siedge. For a breif moment, Mallory looked past the two saurians, and looked to a good- looking young man. He had white feathers, tall and very handsom. But Mallory had a job to do. Looking over at her companion, she nodded, watching him jump down from his high pertch.
Like a leather-clad specter, she plummeted a full five stories toward the stony floor of the alley. The death-defying fall almost certainly would have killed a mortal woman, or at the very least left her broken and bleeding on the pavement, yet Mallory landed with the elegance of a jaguar. The bustling city square, packed with innocent bystanders, was obviously no place to stage an ambush, but she felt positive that an ideal opportunity would present itself if they just followed the saurians long enough.
Mallory saw Siedge glance back over his shoulder before entering the Metro station. She nodded to her two other fellow Death Dealers before entering the Metro station after the targets.
