Foreboding Shadows

I'm not...Evil

Evil is just what is within me, and the men and monsters I slay.

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Diseased and scrawny avians traveled by the slaughter with bodies of dusk. Their squawking overfilled the air like the taunting cackle of hyena's before they indulged in fresh prey. The raven feathers fled their frames as the he birds flapped up and off the narrow and malnourished branches, as though making way for the sinister and quiet young woman. Cicadas hissed within the bark of withered trees and  dark snakes rustled away through the lifeless stiff leaves on the ground. Even a mage would only be able to traverse these woods with their whole being tensed up into what would feel like an internal dark hole of anxiety. --Except for Famine and the few other who nested themselves in desolate lands such as this. The Lycan woods were the abyss and limitlessness of one's fears, whatever they may be, as long as they were dark, morbid, and unsettling, they lived in these woods. These cursed woods that seemed to breathe as if it were alive with the feral yet vile beings that it inhabited.

Every time these woods ‘breathed’ Famine swore more of the haze rolling at her feet was created. This fog lingered a few feet off the forest floor causing a persons legs to almost disappear by how condensed it was. Contrasting the breathing haze was the bleeding black abyss which blotched out the sky above, the only indicator of life being the silver coin of the moon which was outlined by a magnificent but haunting violet tone tonight.

There came the subtle shifting of bramble and snapping of twigs beneath her bare heels as Famine traversed the woods. The hooded head of mud blonde hair wandered through the all seeing wilderness alone. Icy and malevolent sapphires were glued to the slip of paper stuck between her thumb and index finger. Famine of Basilisk Fang stepped the wilderness without an eye on the trail ahead of her as though she knew what the path in front of her already looked. Famines narrow blue eyes only lifted from the slip of paper and when she stepped  out of the tangle of trees and into the thinning clearing. It was there she saw a once grand structures ruins and aside the dilapidated pillars and the stranger stepped out from behind the fallen beams into her sight.

Strange… he’d almost caught her off guard. Famine usually could feel a person's presence around the corner, but Dahau failed to make a single blip on her radar. When the figure conclude he was the one who had indeed requested of her with the all to brief letter Famine let go of the parchment and allowed the breeze to sweep it away.

“What exactly have I been invited too?” Came the itching question. Famine had not the slightest inkling what this meeting entailed, it could easily be another one of the council’s set ups to get her thrown back in prison…. But she’d come regardless. Famine didn’t give up on opportunities so easily. Nothing came without risk, especially in the life she had made for herself and her guild.

I'm not...Evil

Evil is just what is within me, and the men and monsters I slay.

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Famine’s piercing blues blinked about the man's frame. One could easily tell that she was sizing him up physically, maybe to try to make up for the lack of a magic aura. Famine thought he either didn’t have the ability to use magic, which was the most detesting of the two options, or he’d been trained to hide the levels of mana within him. In the end, she figured she couldn’t judge this book by it’s cover in terms of strength under or overestimating him could be dangerous. She’d seen it happen to her too many times before. Famine knew she would have to be careful here.

The maiden in black sighed, ruffling her bangs in the process. She gave an exhausted roll of her azure orbs and folded her tattooed arms in front of her chest as she mustered the energy to listen to Dahau’s answer it was a long journey to say the very least of it. Her body language only opened back up when he took another step away from the mass of shadows cast by the bramble of twiggy trees behind him and the dark of the night.

Her head tilted as the voice fled his lips from under the cloak, a brown braid shifting to her left as it adjusted to the shift.. She batted her lashes when he drew silent again, as though waiting for more but not another word came. Though she tried to hide it, she was already a little frustrated. Leaving Mt. Hakobe was not something she did often anymore… and she’d followed this note on pure chance…. She just wanted to know why she was here.

Another sigh pursed from her frowning lip “Savage skull,” She tasted the name of the guild in her mouth with a mutter, tossing a look between the shattered marble pillar beside her to the man. At least they were on the same side of the spectrum, or so that appeared, Famine wouldn’t jump to a conclusion yet but if she were she guessed this was about their work in the illegal world.

She had heard many things of the savages, that many were a little unhinged, sure, but that they also had a knack for breaking the law and taking out guilds which was something the seer could go for.

Famine  thought to make herself comfortable. Her pale hands fell back on the pillar on either side of herself as she sat down against the crooked beam on the forest ground. “But you still have not answered my question, Dahau,” Famine started, testing his name so to make sure it would be one she remembered. “What do you want with me. Why am I here?” She asked again, albeit more sternly than before. She waited for him to start explaining what this was about. Famine had done a relatively good job staying out of the savages ways… She actually couldn’t recall seeing once since before her illegal mage days. How could she have wound up on the radar. Maybe this was to do with her guild.