Catch an Assassin by the Toe [Challenge Watch]

[OPEN] Catch an Assassin by the Toe [Challenge Watch]

Kiuaji Posts: 40

Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 9 HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Matanye :: African Crowned Eagle :: None Nova

#13

12-25-2016, 02:50 PM

Never a dull day in the Edge, the Sleuth lingered in the treeline of the gathering. Drawn by the shouting and maniacal laughter which had rang out across the cliffs.The appaloosa stallion's shrill and obvious statement was just an irritating side note. It was a rank challenge yes, so what if a man had to push another off a cliff to get what he wanted? Wasn't that the system here? Wasn't that really just the baseline for all creatures. They'd writhe and thrash their way to the top like slime coated serpents, with no thought given to who or what they sank their fangs into and strangulated in the process. Thieves and vagabonds danced their shadow games while warriors fought over bags and other useless trinkets under the pretense of honor and that age old term 'it's just what we do.' If someone got poisoned, or god forbid, punted off of a cliff — who cared. It was just good business. He's sure most of the inhabitants knew that song and dance, that terrible decadent way of life where standing on another was just another means to an end, another life to snuff out. Voluntarily or not.

He didn't venture further than he needed to, Matanye did the rest of the work for him, her stark plumage and fearsome form drifted and swooped upon the ocean gusts and vents which raged around the white cliffs. Her mental commentary and vivid imagery painted him a picture crisp enough for a fresco.

Vaguely he wondered where his dear friend was in all of this, surely Tembovu should be present to witness his spectre in what appeared to be her final moments. If not, at least be present for her to have a near death experience, and promptly spend the rest of her life chewing on apples and muttering incoherant babble like the rest of them did after an attempt was made on their life. Kiuaji had never had the problem, after all his life before all the mundane and sometimes frankly primitive business which had become his future, had been filled with daring and dangerous missions. These Helovian's, some appeared to be forged in iron, others no better than milk sacks, some he assumed postured in the face of their own weakness.

A breath is exhaled, and the sleuth shifted at his makeshift perch in the snow and mist. He'd like to believe he had other better things to do than watch a challenge through the eyes of his companion, but he really didn't.

"talk talk talk"

Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in

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