Post by Elysia on May 23, 2010 7:42:19 GMT -5
The Outskirts were quiet, far too quiet for the taste of this gold winged angel. Elysia watched the pit her troop dug where the trained Outsiders were kept. Growls came out from it but gentle, almost whispering as purring of cats. Though one should take into account last cats handled by the huntress and those who followed her were the great predators of their homeland. Soon it would be dinner time for the newest pets she acquired. Hand picked from a larger group these were among the more intelligent beasts and were about to be prime example of the Ka’rath skill in animal training. She wondered … was any member of her blood line living? Did her sisters prove worthy of the gift she gave, of life speared? Smirk appeared. Perhaps she was getting old to be thinking of the birth clan. It was a rare occasion to think of them but it did happen. Elysia wasn’t the kind to look back and examine past deeds but she was curious. Were they worth it? Or maybe the rogue angel needed to find this out for herself and list them too as prey.
She leaned on a tree and watched the camp. This was too tranquil of an environment. True, she could spend her time training the monsters but all creatures had limited amount of time when lessons were effective. Though there was one ‘monster’ that she hasn’t seen in a while, one that might prove quite dangerous for the angelic kind. Her darkness filled eyes saw just what he was capable of and saw glimpse of his character. What made him such a dangerous possibility? Fact that the cousin of the lycan was so near their mindset, so close to who they were. She knew well the blood that coursed the cursed veins of her kin, the beings that so easily conquered civilizations and ultimately their makers. There… in that truth was the peril.
“Milady” a strong female voice spoke. The dark golden hair shifted in a fluid motion as she looked back to the word’s origin. Even before the former Rashieka knew who it was, Girija of Ceris. Her ebony skin glittered reflecting the flames of torches while giving a nod to her superior. It has been years since they met, decades even.. Among all of the soldiers it was this deadly female that first stepped out of ranks to follow the huntress. “News?” Elysia asked, glancing at the pit for a second once more. “The herbs have been gathered and the latest shipment has been left in Namesti. The scrolls confirmed our suspicion.” Lips stretched into a subtle smile. “Good work Girija.” For a second she paused and wondered. The corner of her eyes caught the very edge of a healing scar on her upper arm. Mention of Namesti brought an unusual thought about the certain person that inflicted it. Days passed since that night in the Temple and she wondered what would the next step be. Time will tell.
She moved from the tree and light of gently passed over her armor and weapons. Wings spread showing the full length and beauty of sand colored feathers. “I will be away .. for the night most likely. Take care of tonight’s hunt with three young ones that arrived few days ago. I leave their trial to you.” The dark skinned woman of Ceris clan replied with a nod and as soon as she did Elysia vanished into the sky and towards the city. This false man-made jungle was a part-time source of information and entertainment. Seeing how her troops and she were not part of the traditional angelic society or Namesti information was always a valuable good. Tonight however Elysia didn’t search for it. Simply she needed some form of amusement, perhaps a hunt or at least something intriguing. As a hawk she cruised through the atmosphere keeping eye on the ground. The predator in her was always alert, had to be. In the end her Ka’rath blood and Rashieka training were what enabled her to survive to this day.
The outskirt woods slowly passed into grass fields, occasional wrecks and finally buildings emerged. Slowly she approached one and circled it for a few minutes. Something was near. She was too high to feel the exact aura but there surely was something. In one elegant dive wings folded, opening only to balance her landing. She stepped on the ledge and crouched down looking over. Senses focused to find what was crawling around here. Night has reigned the sky for several hours and it could be anything from human to vampire. Though she wasn’t particularly interested in gathering escaped slaves she heard of some being rather … reckless in their kills. People found mostly men or small families slathered to such a degree there were sometimes even footsteps left in dried blood. Interesting. Was someone so eager to feel the weight of chains? This wasn’t something an escaped slave would do, not an angel one. No… this was something completely different.
She leaned on a tree and watched the camp. This was too tranquil of an environment. True, she could spend her time training the monsters but all creatures had limited amount of time when lessons were effective. Though there was one ‘monster’ that she hasn’t seen in a while, one that might prove quite dangerous for the angelic kind. Her darkness filled eyes saw just what he was capable of and saw glimpse of his character. What made him such a dangerous possibility? Fact that the cousin of the lycan was so near their mindset, so close to who they were. She knew well the blood that coursed the cursed veins of her kin, the beings that so easily conquered civilizations and ultimately their makers. There… in that truth was the peril.
“Milady” a strong female voice spoke. The dark golden hair shifted in a fluid motion as she looked back to the word’s origin. Even before the former Rashieka knew who it was, Girija of Ceris. Her ebony skin glittered reflecting the flames of torches while giving a nod to her superior. It has been years since they met, decades even.. Among all of the soldiers it was this deadly female that first stepped out of ranks to follow the huntress. “News?” Elysia asked, glancing at the pit for a second once more. “The herbs have been gathered and the latest shipment has been left in Namesti. The scrolls confirmed our suspicion.” Lips stretched into a subtle smile. “Good work Girija.” For a second she paused and wondered. The corner of her eyes caught the very edge of a healing scar on her upper arm. Mention of Namesti brought an unusual thought about the certain person that inflicted it. Days passed since that night in the Temple and she wondered what would the next step be. Time will tell.
She moved from the tree and light of gently passed over her armor and weapons. Wings spread showing the full length and beauty of sand colored feathers. “I will be away .. for the night most likely. Take care of tonight’s hunt with three young ones that arrived few days ago. I leave their trial to you.” The dark skinned woman of Ceris clan replied with a nod and as soon as she did Elysia vanished into the sky and towards the city. This false man-made jungle was a part-time source of information and entertainment. Seeing how her troops and she were not part of the traditional angelic society or Namesti information was always a valuable good. Tonight however Elysia didn’t search for it. Simply she needed some form of amusement, perhaps a hunt or at least something intriguing. As a hawk she cruised through the atmosphere keeping eye on the ground. The predator in her was always alert, had to be. In the end her Ka’rath blood and Rashieka training were what enabled her to survive to this day.
The outskirt woods slowly passed into grass fields, occasional wrecks and finally buildings emerged. Slowly she approached one and circled it for a few minutes. Something was near. She was too high to feel the exact aura but there surely was something. In one elegant dive wings folded, opening only to balance her landing. She stepped on the ledge and crouched down looking over. Senses focused to find what was crawling around here. Night has reigned the sky for several hours and it could be anything from human to vampire. Though she wasn’t particularly interested in gathering escaped slaves she heard of some being rather … reckless in their kills. People found mostly men or small families slathered to such a degree there were sometimes even footsteps left in dried blood. Interesting. Was someone so eager to feel the weight of chains? This wasn’t something an escaped slave would do, not an angel one. No… this was something completely different.