Boneflower Windlass took her sweet time to pull herself from bed that
night-along for once in over a year-and immediately set about gathering up
her few belongings for the trip out to greener pastures-wherever in the
nine hells they were.
Boney yawned, rubbing her sapphire eyes, her long red headfur a complete mess...ironic, she noted, the one time she DIDN'T have a male in her bed, she was a mess, whereas whenever she did, she was often perked up and ready to head out the door.
Considering her choices in this seedy place, Boney wasn't altogether upset for her choice. It had been over a week since she had seen an old friend, the golden ferret Talrid, and leaned the news of the Calpathions' destruction and she was terrified for her good friend Eroket...too upset to bother with any hedonistic pleasures...and too happy as she had found out just the other day he was alive and building up a reputation on the streets of Targas.
Boney heard the door opening and sighed irritably, in the middle of arranging her hair, her back to the door as she called irritably. "I already paid ye and if ye're 'ere for somethin' else, I'm not in the mood!" Touchier then usual, and may prompt a reaction from a male that was less then pleasant, especially in a seedy place where males rarely liked being rejected. But Boney was confident she could adequately defend herself from a male attacker.
Boneflower Windlass had never met Davrag Joris.
"What a marvelous idea..." The voice was cool, soft and ice cold, devoid of passion, and it severely unnerved Boney, unconsciously she reached to her side for a dagger or sword that wasn't there, well on the other side of the bed...added to this, she was only dressed from waist down. Perfect. Just PERFECT.
She felt the rush of air as a paw encircled her neck, cutting off a scream she may've made, feeling the cold lips at her ear as the soft voice whispered again. "Beautiful, naked and helpless...just how I like my women..."
"We're not here for that, Davrag, get a hold of yourself..." A second voice growled. Boney's ears perked up slightly, belying the terror she felt from the first beast's-Davrag's-statement. "J-Jald?"
Davrag's paw jerked suddenly, smacking her across the face. "Shut up and you'll live longer...Jald, bring the beauty's clothes over and a chair..."
Boneflower faced the wall, swallowing heavily as she heard the rustle of movement behind her, felt herself guided by the arm around her neck, forced to recline in the room's single chair, felt another set of hard, rough paws bind her paws and legs.
Then Davrag stepped into her view.
Davrag was a handsome creature, a beast Boneflower may have loved to spent a night with...but then she took a good look at him.
The cold smile on his handsome face, the drawn sword in one paw, the voice as icy as the northland winds...and the eyes, the amber eyes devoid of passion and love...these marked this beast as an instrument of death and nothing more.
"W-what do you want?" Despite her years in the underworld and training, Boneflower found herself terrified out of her wits by this cold creature.
A flick of a paw, sent the bound, ink black headfur over his shoulder as Davrag leaned long, his smile frozen in place seemingly as a paw came up holding a dagger. "We seek...information..."
Jald turned his head, a disgusted growl escaping from between clenched teeth, paw opening and closing on sword hilt spasmodically, as if even he desired to strike down the evil assassin standing before him.
The seemingly perpetual grin widened as Davrag whispered. "We know you are a ...close ally and friend of Eroket Nightblade's...no don't glare at the ferret, he didn't tell me, I knew it already...now, depending on how you answer my questions, you may live through this. Question one: where is Eroket Nightblade?"
"I...I don't kno-"Davrag slapped her, his eyes hardening.
"Wrong answer, little whore. The next time you try to mislead me, my dagger will find your face...you'll walk out a LOT less pretty then when you came up..."
Jald's jaw tightened, emerald eyes narrowing at the oblivious Davrag's back, Boneyflower's blue eyes widened as tears welled up in the, Her fear of this stoat immense, this stoat, whose fur was as black as his heart.
"I don't know!" She cried out, fear making her voice squeak.
"A pity..." Davrag smirked, "Such a pretty face..."
"Targas!" She cried suddenly, the dagger halted inches from her right eye, "He's in Targas...I only 'eard about it a coupla days ago..."
Davrag smirked, "That's a start...question two: How does Eroket Nightblade fight?"
"'e...'e uses a schianova sword..." Boney whispered, her eyes lowered, as if in shame from her fear, "And three daggers for throwin'."
"Do you know anything else?" Davrag hissed, emphasizing the word 'else.'
"No! I swear it!" Boney screamed suddenly as Davrag's blade pressed to her cheek, drawing a thin trickle of blood.
"What the 'ell's goin' on in 'ere?" A voice growled from outside the room. Jald's head flicked up as he growled. "Company..."
Davrag grinned as he stepped forth. "I'll take this one..."
Jald was only too happy to oblige, seemingly hoping it was too much for his erstwhile partner to handle.
Boneflower felt a rush of elation as two rats walked into the room, both holding blades...and then she remembered who they were facing...
"Run!" She screamed. "Get out!"
Neither heeded her warning...apparent honor taking over at the sight of a beautiful female ermine tied such to a chair, they charged.
They were good, no doubt about that, but neither could compare to Davrag Joris. Boneflower watched, horrified and spell bound as he fought with sword and dagger, moving almost too fast to follow, feet shuffled in perfect time with his own strikes and that of his enemies, black cloaking whirling in time to his dance.
His was a dance of parries, strikes and blocks. His was a dance of death.
Boneflower didn't know which blow caused the kill on the first rat, she saw a blur of movement, a red line appear over one rat's throat and saw the rat collapse, passing into the darkness of death.
The second rat cried out in rage and sprang forth. Davrag laughed, that same, cruel, passionless laughter as he sidestepped, dagger burying in the rat's chest, sword coming down to split his skull open, stepping back, ripping the dagger away before the corpse could collapse.
Davrag smirked, wiping the blood off his weapons as he grinned coldly. "Got all we need then...we're leaving, Jald!"
Jald's eyes narrowed, "To Targas?"
"Oh, there'll be time for our hunting rival later...I have other plans for now..." The black stoat's sword suddenly flashed, Boney winced and screamed as the blades severed her bonds, thinking the blow was meant to end her own life.
Eroket...her thoughts told her...she HAD to find Eroket...and warn him...whatever this stoat's motives...whatever the job was...he had to know...
Davrag's paw, free of dagger, caught her in the back of the neck. Before she lapsed into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard was the stoat assassin's cruel passionless laughter.
Boney yawned, rubbing her sapphire eyes, her long red headfur a complete mess...ironic, she noted, the one time she DIDN'T have a male in her bed, she was a mess, whereas whenever she did, she was often perked up and ready to head out the door.
Considering her choices in this seedy place, Boney wasn't altogether upset for her choice. It had been over a week since she had seen an old friend, the golden ferret Talrid, and leaned the news of the Calpathions' destruction and she was terrified for her good friend Eroket...too upset to bother with any hedonistic pleasures...and too happy as she had found out just the other day he was alive and building up a reputation on the streets of Targas.
Boney heard the door opening and sighed irritably, in the middle of arranging her hair, her back to the door as she called irritably. "I already paid ye and if ye're 'ere for somethin' else, I'm not in the mood!" Touchier then usual, and may prompt a reaction from a male that was less then pleasant, especially in a seedy place where males rarely liked being rejected. But Boney was confident she could adequately defend herself from a male attacker.
Boneflower Windlass had never met Davrag Joris.
"What a marvelous idea..." The voice was cool, soft and ice cold, devoid of passion, and it severely unnerved Boney, unconsciously she reached to her side for a dagger or sword that wasn't there, well on the other side of the bed...added to this, she was only dressed from waist down. Perfect. Just PERFECT.
She felt the rush of air as a paw encircled her neck, cutting off a scream she may've made, feeling the cold lips at her ear as the soft voice whispered again. "Beautiful, naked and helpless...just how I like my women..."
"We're not here for that, Davrag, get a hold of yourself..." A second voice growled. Boney's ears perked up slightly, belying the terror she felt from the first beast's-Davrag's-statement. "J-Jald?"
Davrag's paw jerked suddenly, smacking her across the face. "Shut up and you'll live longer...Jald, bring the beauty's clothes over and a chair..."
Boneflower faced the wall, swallowing heavily as she heard the rustle of movement behind her, felt herself guided by the arm around her neck, forced to recline in the room's single chair, felt another set of hard, rough paws bind her paws and legs.
Then Davrag stepped into her view.
Davrag was a handsome creature, a beast Boneflower may have loved to spent a night with...but then she took a good look at him.
The cold smile on his handsome face, the drawn sword in one paw, the voice as icy as the northland winds...and the eyes, the amber eyes devoid of passion and love...these marked this beast as an instrument of death and nothing more.
"W-what do you want?" Despite her years in the underworld and training, Boneflower found herself terrified out of her wits by this cold creature.
A flick of a paw, sent the bound, ink black headfur over his shoulder as Davrag leaned long, his smile frozen in place seemingly as a paw came up holding a dagger. "We seek...information..."
Jald turned his head, a disgusted growl escaping from between clenched teeth, paw opening and closing on sword hilt spasmodically, as if even he desired to strike down the evil assassin standing before him.
The seemingly perpetual grin widened as Davrag whispered. "We know you are a ...close ally and friend of Eroket Nightblade's...no don't glare at the ferret, he didn't tell me, I knew it already...now, depending on how you answer my questions, you may live through this. Question one: where is Eroket Nightblade?"
"I...I don't kno-"Davrag slapped her, his eyes hardening.
"Wrong answer, little whore. The next time you try to mislead me, my dagger will find your face...you'll walk out a LOT less pretty then when you came up..."
Jald's jaw tightened, emerald eyes narrowing at the oblivious Davrag's back, Boneyflower's blue eyes widened as tears welled up in the, Her fear of this stoat immense, this stoat, whose fur was as black as his heart.
"I don't know!" She cried out, fear making her voice squeak.
"A pity..." Davrag smirked, "Such a pretty face..."
"Targas!" She cried suddenly, the dagger halted inches from her right eye, "He's in Targas...I only 'eard about it a coupla days ago..."
Davrag smirked, "That's a start...question two: How does Eroket Nightblade fight?"
"'e...'e uses a schianova sword..." Boney whispered, her eyes lowered, as if in shame from her fear, "And three daggers for throwin'."
"Do you know anything else?" Davrag hissed, emphasizing the word 'else.'
"No! I swear it!" Boney screamed suddenly as Davrag's blade pressed to her cheek, drawing a thin trickle of blood.
"What the 'ell's goin' on in 'ere?" A voice growled from outside the room. Jald's head flicked up as he growled. "Company..."
Davrag grinned as he stepped forth. "I'll take this one..."
Jald was only too happy to oblige, seemingly hoping it was too much for his erstwhile partner to handle.
Boneflower felt a rush of elation as two rats walked into the room, both holding blades...and then she remembered who they were facing...
"Run!" She screamed. "Get out!"
Neither heeded her warning...apparent honor taking over at the sight of a beautiful female ermine tied such to a chair, they charged.
They were good, no doubt about that, but neither could compare to Davrag Joris. Boneflower watched, horrified and spell bound as he fought with sword and dagger, moving almost too fast to follow, feet shuffled in perfect time with his own strikes and that of his enemies, black cloaking whirling in time to his dance.
His was a dance of parries, strikes and blocks. His was a dance of death.
Boneflower didn't know which blow caused the kill on the first rat, she saw a blur of movement, a red line appear over one rat's throat and saw the rat collapse, passing into the darkness of death.
The second rat cried out in rage and sprang forth. Davrag laughed, that same, cruel, passionless laughter as he sidestepped, dagger burying in the rat's chest, sword coming down to split his skull open, stepping back, ripping the dagger away before the corpse could collapse.
Davrag smirked, wiping the blood off his weapons as he grinned coldly. "Got all we need then...we're leaving, Jald!"
Jald's eyes narrowed, "To Targas?"
"Oh, there'll be time for our hunting rival later...I have other plans for now..." The black stoat's sword suddenly flashed, Boney winced and screamed as the blades severed her bonds, thinking the blow was meant to end her own life.
Eroket...her thoughts told her...she HAD to find Eroket...and warn him...whatever this stoat's motives...whatever the job was...he had to know...
Davrag's paw, free of dagger, caught her in the back of the neck. Before she lapsed into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard was the stoat assassin's cruel passionless laughter.