Bloody Imperial bas'ard! What the fuck, can I do now? He's cer'ainly quick, I give 'im tha'- hopefully, I migh' be able to use tha', hm?
Mhezsura whipped around, at the sound of leaves bristling behind her- strings of her matted, dirty hair were flung over her shoulders, and her bloodshot eyes. Skirting her left foot across the ground, she pulled into a wide stance; clenched fists drawn in front of her face. Something shimmered faintly to her right. She had no time.
Except to only be tripped over by Lachance, who with a flick of a black finger, dispelled his chameleon- he smirked as Mhezsura's teeth gnashed tightly in her mouth. She smiled. A wide smile, which lifted up her sharp cheekbones and narrowed her large eyes. He irked his head to the left, curiosity swimming thick in his hazel eyes. A sharp snap to his left knee brought him down, with a groan, onto his stomach- Mhezsura's ankle strained slightly, as she got up onto her feet. Lucien coiled slightly on the ground, holding his knee. She leaned down to his face, her eyes surging with anger.
"Serves ya right, you s'wit"- she breathed, her nails biting sharply into the palm of her hand. Lucien looked downwards, at his belt- then, he smiled at her. A little twinkle in his eye. Fuck! He grabbed her hair, and threw her over his shoulder- into a tree.
"Sticks and stones wun' break my bones, 'Lachance'." She teased, her eyebrows creasing thickly into a scowl as she pulled herself up.
"But a blade can cut you in half." murmured Lucien, running up to her with his sword in hand. She ducked her head- shunk! The sword sank into the cracked bark; Mhezsura snuck under his legs, her shoulder bleeding slightly into her rag top.
She paused to catch her breath- a fist slammed into the side of her head. Flung to the ground, onto her stomach. The chink of a blade-xhuth!-rendered the air a frosty silence. Her head being pulled up, by the hair, by a rough hand- a husky voice whispered down into her ear: "Never trust anyone."
Mhezsura's face was empty. No expression. She didn't care about how that orc was looking at her amazed... or how that little, blonde girl dressed in a little black cape gaped at her. Mhezsura smiled. Gleefully. A thought popped into her head. Glancing left slightly, she saw a thick boot- cowskin? netch?- moving her eyes up the boot, she noticed a small scabbard. Fitting snug inside, a blade. She flicked her eyes away, and looked up. Craning her neck slightly, as a blade stretched across her gullet.
"Let's play a li'tle game," she asked, a toothy grin from right to left.
She bit his hand...hard enough to draw blood. Twisted herself around. Grabbed his throat, her fingers curling around the thick veins. Smashed her head with his- Lucien was dazed for a second. She pounced onto the ground, her hands splashing in the dirt-avoiding his wide swing. She tumbled around wildly, onto her bare feet. Lucien stared at her. Trying to figur' out me next move, is he? Yeah, he is... Mara's tits! She braced herself, her hand clenching tightly around the small, silver dagger.
"You have passed, sister" Lachance had the ghost of a smile encroach across his lips. A round of applause rang through the air, especially from the blonde girl.
"That was brilliant! By Sithis, that was exciting! How did you-" Blondie blurted out, her voice light and frail. Mhezsura turned around to meet her-shock still plastered along her mouth. Her blonde hair looked like straw, yet it framed her face nicely. Crisp blue eyes. Skinny, peach lips. She was hushed by a taller wood-elf; her head covered by a leathery hood.
"Sorry about that, sweetie- Antoinetta can get a little excited." The wood-elf said, her voice like sweet honey to Mhezsura's ears. "My name's Telaendril- it's very nice to finally meet you, Mhez-zu-" Telaendril fumbled over her name, her forehead creasing over in frustration. Mhezsura looked to her.
"Just call me Mez, eh?" Mhezsura said, smiling warmly for a change. An irritated, cat-like snarl echoed from within the clan- Ungolim groaned, his stubby fingers caressing his small nose bridge. Mhezsura frowned slightly- wha's tha'?
"Unsophisticated Dunmer whore" a Khajiit whispered harshly under his breath. Thick, long whiskers brushed along his snout. Orange blotches for fur, sharp claws on the end of feline fingers.
"At leas' I dun't leck my own ass" Mhezsura replied, stiffly. The fur on M'raaj-D'ar's hands began to curl with quiet fury, as his sharp canines clicked in the air. She snorted with amusement. M'raaj-D'ar snapped at her, scratching her left cheek with a claw. Her head flew back slightly, as Telaendril looked on shocked. The wood-elf grabbed her shoulders, and drew her close-protecting her.
"Righ', you have a par'y tri'k.,"said Mhezsura calmly. Drew her head up, neatened her hair. And kicked him in the balls. She smirked... then grabbed harshly by Lucien, and guided into the thick crowd. Look at 'im- helping the alley ca'. The res' of them dun't seem upset- happy mayb', but cer'ainly not bo'hered. And am I bothered? Am I bothered? No, I ain't bothered...one bi'.
A large, green orc stepped forward- his face was wrenched into an ugly smile. A warm one, but still butt ugly.
"My name's Gogron, sister. Nice to meet ya," he said in a gruff voice. "I wish I could hug you, but Ocheeva'- he flourished an arm towards a female Argonian-' told me not to. Might bre'k ya bones" he laughed merrily, his knobbed fingers clutching his big chest. Mhezsura gleamed. The female Argonian came over, along with another in tow- she smiled thickly, showing neat rows of tiny but sharp teeth. He nervously looked down, at the ground.
"My name'ss Ocheeva. Thiss iss my twin, Teinavaa" Ocheeva introduced. Bright reds, oranges and soft blues melded together along her thick scales- neon-green shadows around her cold eyes. Mhezsura stared at Teinavaa, curiosity stretched across her eyebrows. Teinavaa chuckled slightly, and ducked his small head from under his dark hood. The black hood enveloped most of his head- she could see dark scales crust over his snout.
Ungolim had wondered away from a swearing M'raaj-Dar into the far distance. Some of the clan had moved along with him along the dirt path leading to nowhere. Ocheeva saw this and with a predatory smile at Lachance, walked towards Ungolim.
Pangs of jealousy struck her chest with heavy blows, as she trudged along with her new 'brothers' and 'sisters'- on the outside, she was smiling with delight. On the inside, she felt even more alone. Even more jealous. Even more angry. Lucien stared into the back of her head- so much wrath. I better tell Vincente to be careful with this one...perhaps, train her even more. Otherwise, she will have no chance at survival in this business- as well as no chance to advance. He smirked, the cold gears in his head churning possibilities- and likely outcomes. Along with a little help from the rest of The Black Hand, he could make her infamous.
Infamous. She yearned for it. For her name, Mhezsura Sonnerset, to be the name to send shivers down peoples' spines. To make them drop their smokes and stare at her, as she sashayed past. Hate. Loneliness. Anger. Ambition. No moral code to speak of.
The recipe for the perfect assassin.