Penrose watched the girl disappear over the roof. He had half a mind to go tearing after her, but he knew that his Vadan'Myr should be consulted. What could she possibly be after? What motive, aside from suicide of course, could she have to attack him unprovoked? He touched a hand to his cheek and started as his fingers found...Moisture? Penrose peered through the dark at the small black smear across his fingers. The knife had touched his cheek before it flew past. His eyes blazed with hate. She’d drawn blood. Impossible.
His features were masked, but signs showed grimace of disgust at the sticky droplets on his fingertips. He began to stalk toward the Abbey in Mysidia, imagining all of the horrible ways he was going to murder the little wench. His thoughts turned to blood. Her blood, this time. He’d slowly torque her arms around and around, twisting them until the bones broke and splintered. Penrose planned to watch the pain twist her face until the light slowly died from her eyes. However, he must warn Skylar of her existence. It simply wouldn’t do to have her attack while Penrose was away searching for her in the first place. Penrose would be loath to miss out on the opportunity to kill her himself, and she surely would not survive an encounter with Skylar.
The abbey was quiet as Penrose entered. He quietly slid through the shadows and past the small gathering area to the stairs. The replica of Broken Wings sat silently on the desk as he passed. As quiet as the ornamental blade was in reality, in Penrose’s mind the display screamed at him. The blind lust for the blade curdled in his gut as he forced himself to look away and mount the stairs. He knew that the other Vadan'Myr would already be aware of the anger roiling inside him. Penrose could hardly believe that a being so small could be the catalyst for such a violent hatred. It disgusted him that a child could draw his blood. He meant to destroy her.
“What matter distresses you so, my Warlord? The anger rolling off you is nigh palpable.” Skylar sounded almost impatient as she addressed Penrose. The Vice Regent sat at the great stone table, peering over the lists of costs incurred from the recent battles with The Hand.
“I was attacked. An assassination attempt.” Penrose spoke through clenched teeth.
A curt nod was the only answer Skylar could give. her fingers curled into tight fists, imagining the slender throat of the girl in her grasp. “I will hunt her down for you Warlord, I will destroy her-“
“No.” Penrose cut Skylar off. Skylar glared at the red fibers of the carpet, withholding her anger for the moment, hoping for a change of heart. “We must know who sent her. She may have valuable information. Make your way to the outpost, Scythyn awaits you there..."
Skylar nodded, turned and left. She would not have anyone disgrace her Warlord. hatred began to boil for the wench who had made such foolish mistakes this night. She slammed through the iron doors and made for the outpost.
The night was balmy. The quiet of the city served to quell some of the rage inside her, but Skylar stomped toward the outpost. There a dark black mare "Jeff" stood outside the outpost. The red eyed beast huffed in Skylar’s direction. She ignored the beast and shoved her way into the building.
His features were masked, but signs showed grimace of disgust at the sticky droplets on his fingertips. He began to stalk toward the Abbey in Mysidia, imagining all of the horrible ways he was going to murder the little wench. His thoughts turned to blood. Her blood, this time. He’d slowly torque her arms around and around, twisting them until the bones broke and splintered. Penrose planned to watch the pain twist her face until the light slowly died from her eyes. However, he must warn Skylar of her existence. It simply wouldn’t do to have her attack while Penrose was away searching for her in the first place. Penrose would be loath to miss out on the opportunity to kill her himself, and she surely would not survive an encounter with Skylar.
The abbey was quiet as Penrose entered. He quietly slid through the shadows and past the small gathering area to the stairs. The replica of Broken Wings sat silently on the desk as he passed. As quiet as the ornamental blade was in reality, in Penrose’s mind the display screamed at him. The blind lust for the blade curdled in his gut as he forced himself to look away and mount the stairs. He knew that the other Vadan'Myr would already be aware of the anger roiling inside him. Penrose could hardly believe that a being so small could be the catalyst for such a violent hatred. It disgusted him that a child could draw his blood. He meant to destroy her.
“What matter distresses you so, my Warlord? The anger rolling off you is nigh palpable.” Skylar sounded almost impatient as she addressed Penrose. The Vice Regent sat at the great stone table, peering over the lists of costs incurred from the recent battles with The Hand.
“I was attacked. An assassination attempt.” Penrose spoke through clenched teeth.
A curt nod was the only answer Skylar could give. her fingers curled into tight fists, imagining the slender throat of the girl in her grasp. “I will hunt her down for you Warlord, I will destroy her-“
“No.” Penrose cut Skylar off. Skylar glared at the red fibers of the carpet, withholding her anger for the moment, hoping for a change of heart. “We must know who sent her. She may have valuable information. Make your way to the outpost, Scythyn awaits you there..."
Skylar nodded, turned and left. She would not have anyone disgrace her Warlord. hatred began to boil for the wench who had made such foolish mistakes this night. She slammed through the iron doors and made for the outpost.
The night was balmy. The quiet of the city served to quell some of the rage inside her, but Skylar stomped toward the outpost. There a dark black mare "Jeff" stood outside the outpost. The red eyed beast huffed in Skylar’s direction. She ignored the beast and shoved her way into the building.
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