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| Shyke | Thu Sep 30, 2004 11:39 am Post #1 |
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Darkness loomed down upon the city slowly, as if laying down a blanket which would protect the city from harm. But even as the sun hid behind the distant mountains, danger was still abundant, if not more so. Men and woman were hurrying inside, taking with them food and produce they had hoped to sell that day. As the sun slowly disappeared, soft footsteps could be heard on the silent road. Shyke dashed quickly into a neighboring alley, pressing her small frame up against the buildings side. Her eyes widened as a shape walked by her, as if still chasing her down the main street. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips and she glanced around for a shelter from the night. She squinted, the distant building a giant blur to her. A small curse escaped her lips and she took a deep breath, walking silent down the side of the road, her feet unechoing. Then she saw it, a tavern. Not the best, but it would suit her needs for tonight. She ran to it softly, her tiny fingers enclosing around one of the handles, straining with it as it open. She breathed heavily and slipped in, turning to tug forcefully again to get the door shut. She glanced about the place without much interest and found a seat near the fireplace. Shyke slowly laid back, drawing her cloak up around her tiny frame, watching as the shadows of people loomed around the building. To some, a shadow, as she called it, was a ghost. A make believe creature who haunted people in their sleep. But Shyke could see them, when walking they would call out to her, to take them away, for you were bounded to the place of your death. Up until now she had been able to avoid them, trying her best to block out her fairy blood. She huddled up closer in the thin cloth, burning her small frame into the chair, her eyes turning to the fire, watching it’s flames lick teasingly at the logs. She sniffed slowly, and the aroma of fresh cinnamon buns lifted to her nose. Her ears pricked up and she turned, her mouth watering as she saw the bread laid out. A small grumble from her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten in quiet some time. A tiny hand searched in her pocked and found a single gold piece. Not enough. She scanned the tavern again this time locking onto each persons face. Then she saw it.. A man dressed in rich finery sat on a long table, obviously drunk. His giant frame moves everywhere, laughing and slapping people as they spoke. She saw a small jingle in his pocked too. Silently she moved over to where he sat, sliding down the wall so she was on the ground, her agile body moving swiftly to where he was. With a steady hand she reached into his pocket, latching onto a few pieces. “What the hell are you doing?” Shyke yelped as the man picked her up, standing himself, he dangled her above the ground with his arm. She glared at him, almost ready to spit in his face. He shook her a bit and asked he the same question, a few of his friends now surrounding the young Halfling as he held her. Right then, as she felt a hand on her chest she would take it no more. She reached up and bit the man’s arm, watching as blood squirted fourth. Laughing she fell to the floor on her legs and one arm, a dagger in her left hand. She jumped up quickly and descended down upon the man who has touched her, sharply moving her hand in, the dagger dinking deep into his heart. She felt his final heartbeat. A small grin flashed to the other men, who has already receded back to their table, as if, nothing had ever happened. Shyke bend down and reached into the man she had killed pants, withdrawing a few gold pieces. Smiling once more she slowly walked to the front, laying the gold down, a small bun given to her in exchange. She walked back to her chair and sat, eating slowly, her eye sight once more drifting back to the fire. |
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Fri Oct 1, 2004 6:50 am Post #2 |
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Sitting at a table, simon had seen this girl kill the man for pocket change. He thought to himself for a moment, "I like the way this girl acts. I could use someone like her." Getting up, he walked over to where the girl was sitting. He sits down in a chair next to her and says, "I saw that." |
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