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Damnedprincess

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Re: Blood Stained Ice
« Reply #4 on: February 12, 2016, 10:10:33 pm »
The young girl turned her head slightly to the side looking around into the shadows. Simon only watched quietly; if she wanted to speak she would after all. He reached in his pocket were he pulled out a piece of parchment with a black ribbon then threw it upon the dead body. "If you have nothing to say then I'll be on !y way-" he was interrupted by her hoarsed voice, "kill me."

There was silence, not even the wind tried cutting threw it. He stood frozen in place not knowing what exactly to do here. "My what a request." The girl dropped hard to her knees with a thud, her knees splashed in the blood puddle from her mother. Her eyes drifted up slowly and almost hazed. She said nothing just waited, like she had been for a while.

Simon only shook his head though, taking small steps near her in caution. "Why would I kill you? There is been blood paid." He stood tall above her and waited for a response, maybe a rise, but was left disappointed. "I'm already empty.." She said slightly more clear then when she spoke before. "It's not the time." Simon reached out and placed his finger on her forehead like he had done once before causing her too look at him confused. "We have plans for you." His eyes wondered over to the statue of the old woman. "After all, we know and one day you will too. My Flower of Death. Anemone."

Simon smiled and turned to walk away only stopping once more to look back at her empty face and say, "welcome home."

×××××××××

It was after all that when the young girl followed Simon back to the sanctuary for the wicked, the outcasted and the lost. She blended in well kept her head down followed orders and became Simon's understudy. He raised her, built her to be cold as ice and strong as steel. He knew why but she never quite found out. He showed her the way of the world, it's cruelty and corruption. But he forgot to show her what goo was left, the love and care or maybe he forgot on purpose. Simon wanted her to be strong even if it meant she would be empty. She never cared for her coin, keeping only enough to get by giving the eat back to the sanctuary or town. It was her who rebuilt one of the homes near sanctuary. He was proud like a parent but cared as off she was more...
Never to be spoken though.


Damnedprincess

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Re: Blood Stained Ice
« Reply #3 on: January 05, 2016, 06:18:31 pm »
Luicant waited for the woman to stumble closer to him before walking toward her. He must have gotten here to early since the phony assassin has yet to show her face. The women looked up and began to laugh her words slurring heavily on top of it. "Well hello there! Mister..uh..what was it again?" Luicant lifted his head slightly showing her his face. "Luicant. We shall keep this short and sweet, since you know all to well why I am here. Kathrine."
"Ah yes, for the kid right? Such an angel she was." Kathrine laughed her words sarcastically sickening to Luicant's ears. "But YOU let her live that night, it's fine though I punished her for killing her father." Luicant found himself more interested now, the hand once holding a blade close to his side now relaxed. "What do you mean. She protected you? You hate her for the fear your husband bestowed upon her?"
"I loved him! I have to work now! She took everything from me! Even him.."
Luicant tilted his head to the side slightly thinking he saw a black shadow, one that wasn't still. His blade tightened against his side once more. He was prepared.
"So I chained her up in my basement. I beat good into her. I let her starve and I-I left town, blamed it on the babysitter when she gone missing. They must have ate her.."
"They?"
"The vampire. She was the babysitter!"
"How disgusting no wonder why you drink your life away like your husband did. You can not live with your guilt."
"What is that why your here? To patronize me!? You!? Your the one who came here to kill her but I beat you too it."
"I came here for you. Kathrine."
"Me!? What for?"
"Someone preformed the sacrament they paid for you to die."
Luicant dropped his cigerette and stepped on it rubbing it out against the ground. Kathrine was slightly pale as she went to speak an arrow peirced right through her skull. Luicant's eye brows raised slightly, " I was waiting for you to make your move. Good shot for being so long. Not very clean though I can really see your anger.."
There was no response but Luicant knew she was listening. In fact he knew what he was up against. "The vampire didn't kill you did they? You got out and murdered them. Fled the house with what you could carry and lived by stealing. You made your way to a new town and begged to help make dinner money. You waited until your anger grew and you find it our fault? Or is there more to your story young flower? I am willing to listen.."
The shadow dropped from the top of the building, a ragged cloak covered her but the young girl stepped out from the shadows. She was dirty, thin, and the bags under her eyes indicated she barely slept. Her bottom lip looked like it had been poorly stitched up.

Damnedprincess

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Re: Blood Stained Ice
« Reply #2 on: December 26, 2015, 08:34:31 pm »
As time went by the cloaked man, Luicant found himself heading back down to the town he hadn't seen since that snowy night nine years ago. His horse rode through the snow flakes and cold winds making great haste while blending into the night. Luicant hadn't been called down to this town due to the incident; he could have been easily recognized but these were desperate times. A member of his cult had been murdered while on trying to take out a target. Therefore he had been ordered to finish the contract.

"Yield." He whispered ad his horse began to slow to a stop at the city's gate. Upon dismounting the horse seemed to seep away into the shadows as if he wasn't ever there. Luicant lit a cigarette and stood before the massive gates pondering the danger inside. "Perhaps," he thought to himself unphased, "someone will finally end my existence."

He took a step and entered the gates, he knew who he was looking for but they never gave a name. He just knew it was a girl of only fourteen with long hair the color of moon. Why the girl was just killing his cults targets and hunting the assassins who came to claim them was beyond him. She had to be working with someone from the Legion. Perhaps even the emperor to see his precious cult ended!

She wouldn't be killing anymore of his cult, he already had to seek out four new replacements and all of which have much to learn about walking with Sithis. He shook his head and flicked his cigarette butt over his shoulder. Luicant walked with a vengeance but although he was completely pissed he had to admit, he was quite impressed.

Now he stood in the center of the city, the snow was light and the air was cold but he stood out in the open anyway. His eyes shut but his ears listening hard for the signal. This girl would break her silence; after all the contract in his coat was for a widow not for her. Although she would steal his contract and fall right into his grasp. The widow was familiar to him too so he didn't bother to hide from her. He looked to his right as foot steps crunched the snow under their feet. His target was coming home swaying and smelling of booze. "Oh the irony." He mumbled under his breath since her husband use to drink and then proceed to come home and beat the **** out of her and her kid. How the table turned.

Damnedprincess

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Blood Stained Ice
« Reply #1 on: December 10, 2015, 05:09:09 pm »
The night was cold and snow slightly shrouded the town in white. Although even with all the white falling round it was practically impossible to see anything, almost as if the snow was creating a thick fog. This made it easy for those who are less than noble to sneak around in the shadows, some running drugs, some running to get the drugs and one waiting to leave his mark on this town.

 The one who lays in wait, shrouded in a thick black hooded cloak and hiding in between two houses lit up a cigarette. He took a deep huff and puffed out the thick grey smoke. This man had eyes colder than ice itself. The cold seemed to not effect the man what so ever, he leaned against the wooden house taking drags from his cigarette.

“Hmph.” The man shook his head. The person he had been waiting for was anything but punctual. Finally right when he went to outten his cigarette and call it a night the target arrived; drunkenly swaying left and right still dressed in his captain of the guard uniform. The shrouded man couldn't help but smirk, “Had a drink did we? More like a few bottles. This should be easy.”

As the man entered his home the shrouded man slipped into the back entrance that lead into the home through the cellar. The lock had been picked earlier that night so it would be quick to hurry in and slip back out. As the Captain’s family should be fast asleep.

Into the cellar he snuck, past all the barrels and boxes and up to the steps that lead to the kitchen. Although just as he reached the steps a loud shatter from a bottle hitting the door caused him to freeze dead in his tracks. He quickly pushed under the staircase to hid himself in the shadows. Under his breath he mumbled, “son of a **** he's going to wake the whole house, things just become much harder.”

Just then he heard a scream come from a little girl, then the Captain’s voice roar in.

“Shut up you blasted good for nothing brat. I told you to have these dishes done before I came home!”

“But I-I did father.”

“Now you are lying!”

There was a loud thud, then another followed by loud yelling. “What the hell is that in the sink then, doesn't all look done to me.” The little girl was crying now, “I couldn't fit the pot in the drying rack, mama said-” There was a loud crash and what sounded like the pot hitting the floor. He must have thrown her then the pot. Loud footsteps from someone running down steps was heard next, the shrouded man left out a sigh and thought to himself, “what a night for me to pick to do this.”

He heard a women start yelling about how she told the girl it was okay and he was drunk. The woman was frantic yelling about blood and the man rose his voice calling her a **** and a gunshot was heard echoing through the basement. “Bloody hell!?” The shrouded man quickly darted up the stairs not to worried about blowing his cover if a gun was fired. The town was small and quiet, someone outside was bound to fetch the guards and the man wasn't about to fail a contract.

The shrouded man burst into the kitchen; but what he found was what he certainly did not expect. The body that lay cold with blood oozing from his skull was that of the Captain. The man walked out slowly breathing slower than that. He looked over at the woman crouched on the floor her hands on her mouth and eyes shot open wide with fear. She didn't have the gun, so he turned his head to the young girl. She stood with blood running down her face and eyes cold to what occurred. The man rose his eyebrows in surprise, she was only five maybe and shot her father point blank between his eyes. With no remorse or regret.

She lowered the gun to her side and looked up at strange man. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something to him but didn't. Her mother spoke in **** words, “Who are you? Wh-what are you doing here?” The man looked at her and spoke calmly in a stern voice. “Simon Luicant, and I came to kill your husband but it looks like the child took care of that already.” His words seemed to echo through the house and the woman burst into tears. “They are going to kill her now, the Jarl. She's a monster. She always had been.”

Luicant looked confused, he looked to the little girl on his left still holding the gun and rubbing her arm. “Kill her. For killing your target that's how it works right?” Luicant looked over at the mother surprised. “You want me to murder your child?”

“She is a monster. The town knows it. If you don't they will. I should have smothered her when she was an infant.”

The room felt eerie and cold. Simon still felt as if his ears betrayed him. How could a mother want her own child to die? She seemed willing to protect her earlier. Was she just saying this so the Jarl wouldn't be the one to hang her in front of the entire town, was she saving herself from embarrassment? “I don't have a contract to kill the girl so I won't. The Jarl won't kill her, after all murders can be covered up easily.” Luicant fiddled in the sleeve of his robe pulling out a strange piece of parchment with a black ribbon tied around it. “Now we killed him. Go to bed act like you don't know. But we will.” He said placing his index finger on the young girl's forehead. “We will remember too.”

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