Venus looked around her for the umpteenth time that day as she walked through the town called 'Ace of Spades'. While she questioned the reason for such a name, that mental activity would probably be the subject of another day. Today, she would enjoy the sights and sounds of the place, and present herself to the guild she desired to join, the mysterious Sabertooth.
She liked the name of the guild. Named after a ferocious predator, the guild was the sort she wanted to belong to. She had considered other guilds, but none had suited her like this guild. They were either too bright and airy, or too lawless, or just plain off the moral edge. And if there was anything Venus felt she needed now, it was a place where she would be sure they wouldn't look the other way if she began to stray, and Heavens above knew that she walked a knife's edge. At the same time, the status of Sabertooth as guardians fit in perfectly with her intended profession: Demon Huntress.
Frankly, Venus felt quite nervous as she approached the massive castle that stood before her. It was here that the guild was reputed to meet. Noticing how open to the public the place was, the young woman surmised that this castle was probably not extremely important to the guild; if an enemy, for instance, decided to blow it up, taking advantage of the public access the castle possessed, the Sabertooth guild would most likely be untouched by the assault. Perhaps the actual guild was subterranean, which would be cool.
Walking as casually as she could afford, which actually took a lot of willpower on her part, Venus sauntered into the castle, dragging two large suitcases with her. The contents of the cases were currently all she had, so she was hoping that her contact with the guild members would be pleasant, and acceptance would follow. Sabertooth was a respected guild. The world respected strength. So Sabertooth was most likely possessive of strong mages. While the average strong human tended to abuse their strength, Sabertooth was a light guild, so Venus hoped the majority of its members would be decent folk.
Her prayers for luck quickly fled her mind when she beheld the interior of the castle. Expecting something grey and spartan, Venus was surprised, and very much impressed, by the vista of the grand ballroom-like hall in which she now stood.
"Whoa," she thought silently, letting go of her traveling cases, "I think I may just fall in love with this place...."
She liked the name of the guild. Named after a ferocious predator, the guild was the sort she wanted to belong to. She had considered other guilds, but none had suited her like this guild. They were either too bright and airy, or too lawless, or just plain off the moral edge. And if there was anything Venus felt she needed now, it was a place where she would be sure they wouldn't look the other way if she began to stray, and Heavens above knew that she walked a knife's edge. At the same time, the status of Sabertooth as guardians fit in perfectly with her intended profession: Demon Huntress.
Frankly, Venus felt quite nervous as she approached the massive castle that stood before her. It was here that the guild was reputed to meet. Noticing how open to the public the place was, the young woman surmised that this castle was probably not extremely important to the guild; if an enemy, for instance, decided to blow it up, taking advantage of the public access the castle possessed, the Sabertooth guild would most likely be untouched by the assault. Perhaps the actual guild was subterranean, which would be cool.
Walking as casually as she could afford, which actually took a lot of willpower on her part, Venus sauntered into the castle, dragging two large suitcases with her. The contents of the cases were currently all she had, so she was hoping that her contact with the guild members would be pleasant, and acceptance would follow. Sabertooth was a respected guild. The world respected strength. So Sabertooth was most likely possessive of strong mages. While the average strong human tended to abuse their strength, Sabertooth was a light guild, so Venus hoped the majority of its members would be decent folk.
Her prayers for luck quickly fled her mind when she beheld the interior of the castle. Expecting something grey and spartan, Venus was surprised, and very much impressed, by the vista of the grand ballroom-like hall in which she now stood.
"Whoa," she thought silently, letting go of her traveling cases, "I think I may just fall in love with this place...."