Teddy
A cool breeze blanketed the capital of Alynthi as the sun was tucking herself into the horizon once more. Casting a deepened orange hue across the sky, it would seem as if Lunam and Solaris had caught up with one another for one last dance before he had laid her to rest for the night. Birds and other various sky born creatures had made their exit towards home, more than likely ready to rest their bones just as any other would. Though, the same could be said for that of which lurks on the ground... 

The sound of gentle sloshing ripples into the corners of the lerwick pond, accompanied by the light *Twing* Of metal blades being laid down together. Within the relatively secluded pond sat one apex predator, however, their figure was replaced with a much more feminine appearance. Relaxed on her knees, Maeve sat wrists deep into the luminescent waters, washing her crimson soaked silver until they sparkled clean under the ever growing moonlight. The atmosphere surrounding her was stiff, unwavering. As if the wildlife had ceased to exist in the mere presence of the dire wolf. For even they too knew of just *What* She was, even in her sheep's clothing. 

Seemingly clean from her own bath, Maeve had a refreshing look on her face aside from the bright red gash that was embedded into her right brow. That long raven black hair snaked down her back, wet and drying in messy curls that hugged the handles of her curvaceous hips. She was simply a sight to behold, no doubt. But for someone such as she, the master thief had a love hate relationship on whose eyes were prowling her form. Aside from the occasional chirp, or whistle from the wind, Maeve amused herself with the hum of her own voice as she finished cleaning up her blades. All of which were clotted with different shades of blood and flesh. 
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It came to no surprise that the hellhound was out on her usual rampant crusades. Maeve often liked the song and dance when it comes to staring death in the face- *And earning a nice reward afterwards.* Young and full of life, the dire wolf would throw herself to the biggest challenger in the room for simply fun. Most people called her psychotic, while most if not all of her colleagues adored her for it. Maeve was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew that all too well. Just as the night was silent around her, the young shapeshifter never let her guard down. With her back turned towards the open clearing she had come from, those tall pointed ears that sat upon the woman's head listened intently to all that was around her. From a twig snapping, to the rustle in nearby tree tops, Maeve focused all her senses to surround and protect her. 

It was however, until the heavy sound of *Light* Footfalls pounding into the earth's surface caused the woman to shift her animal-like ears back. Twitching and relocating every so often. Those multi-colored eyes never left her blade in the water, as the reflection of herself became more clear and loominus. Maeve was of course uncertain of who or *What* Could be making their way into her clearing, yet even so, there was an eerie calmness to the shapeshifter as she held her position within the grass. Closer and closer each pound made, waking nature with each bustle of the leaves slipping beneath their feet. *Feet. These were people feet.*.. Maeve then slowly closed her eyes and breathed in heavily, the long hairs along her thick black tail puffing up displeased as the sent of drow filled her nose. 

Just as the spriting feet came speeding into the open clearing, Maeve's venomous voice jabed into the air smoothly, "Well, well, if it isn't *Ashface*."
Adam
Fleeing from the man who had just claimed his love to her Faelyth was terrified. She had completely forgotten her horse, Renaissance was back at the tavern awaiting her master's return, but at least her snake companion Zafeiri was well hidden within the fold of her hood. It had flown from the top of her head long ago, but Fae cared not. She was scared, confused and filled with emotions she had never felt before, and didn't understand them at all. Edvard's words rung in her ears, *'I do not need your body to love you.'* They were words she never thought possible to speak, and her mind simply could not fathom the thought. Pushing through the bushes and trees, Faelyth ran blindly into the woods as tears streamed down her face endlessly. The sun was once again dipping down over the horizon, but she was to get lost so be it. Being alone would give her time to think of her next move. What to do, and whether or not to find Edvard once more.

Bursting through the brushes, past tree after tree, Faelyth ran and ran hard. The tears never seemed to end, but soon the shimmer of water caught her eye. She was running towards the pond she had found Edvard the night prior. Slowing down, the dark elf allowed her thoughts to catch up with her feet, but not before hearing a voice she recognized all to well. Now in the open near the pond, Faelyth's yellow and blue eyes darted to the figure, and before she even had time to run once more the beast spoke a vicious slur her way. Fearing the hellhound would see or smell her tears, she quickly wiped them away though her voice would easily give away her current emotions. "Go crawl back into the hole you came from, beast walker." Sneering toward Maeve, Faelyth reached her hand down to rest on one of her two dagger's, a sign that regardless of the tears that stained her face, she'd fight if she had to.

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"Long way from Khisfire, dog." The silence between the two aside from their voices was deafening. Faelyth was more than ready to tear the Hellhound of Lucidien apart should she provoke the assassin, but she stood still for now. Fae was entirely unsure what would transpire, but she had a sickening feeling more blood than just from Maeve's blades would spill into the pond this night. She was too tired and too emotionally drained to deal with this, not now. Maeve was well known across the nine kingdoms and nations as being a vicious, cold hearted beast; one Faelyth had the displeasure of running into on more than one account. They were not enemies, nor where they friends. Simply two beings that existed in the same dark underworld of Lucidien; one a murderer, the other a thief.

"I do not have the patience for you Maeve. Not this night." The last thing Faelyth wished to do, aside from tussle with a dire wolf, was have a girl talk on men with a woman she knew as a cunning individual. No, not tonight. Not ever, if Faelyth had any say. With her hand still on one of her dagger's she slowly began to continue to move past Maeve, hoping to slip away once more.
Teddy
A petty chuckle sang out from Maeve's lips when she heard the shakiness quiver from Faelyths throat, trying her damnedest to spat out words to hurt the guild master. Little did Vee care for her words, nor did they faze her. It seemed to be common talk between the two by now. "Come now, you aren't even the *Tiniest* Bit excited to see me again?" Rolling her shoulders back, the toned female twisted her neck around to flash that toothy grin full of blood that was not her own, and it certainly *Wasn't* A wound given the way she teasingly strung her tongue along her pearly fangs to clean it all up. "Or is it that you're scared to get your ass handed to you again, hm?" Maeve knew that would surely strike a fire within the dark elf's heart no doubt, as their last run in left Fae scurrying back to her sisters with more than just a flesh wound or two. It was true however, the dire wolf had little to no interest in Faelyth, especially her bizarre cult. The two's acquaintance was founded because of it, *After all.* 

"I keep telling you now, I'm not going to run around on a leash." Slowly, Maeve rose from her keep near the pond and turned around to face the assassin, her dull blue and red hues dragging over the dark elf's figure as she spoke. "Even *If* The collar may be... 'Pretty.'" That tantalizing stare playing on the wolf's face soon melted into boredom; as Maeve got a clear view of a rather exhausted sister, her brows raised in sheer surprise to catch the flicker of a tear being wiped from the woman's face. Now, given the two had only had less than a handful of encounters, Mave couldn't possibly know Faelyth as well as any other. Though, that didn't stop the shock of seeing her not so friendly acquaintance standing there in a disheveled heep. When the dark elf moved towards her belt, Maeve couldn't help the conceded pinch in her face as she lifted her nose towards the woman and gave a simple scoff. 

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"Calm yourself, twinkle toes. I'm not going to bite tonight." That sharp bark still rested in Maeve's tone, she didn't feel threatened by the assassin, by any means. But as long as Faeylth had her fingers clasped around that dager, there would be a problem. However, after a shared moment of silence, the dire wolf rested her arms over one another and leaned rather nonchalantly on a firm leg. Nodding over towards Fae, the shapeshifter gave a look of curiosity- although, it was hard to see if Maeve was being genuine through her stone cold resting bitch face. "What's got your tongue tonight huh? It's not every day you see a sister running through the woods with puffy eyeballs and looking like they've just seen a ghost..." Tilting her head even more, Vee rose a brow, 

"*Are you in some kind of trouble?*" 

Genuine in her mind, Maeve's outward expression remained unmoving. She kept herself planted firmly into the ground, stalking Faelyths figure as she tried to creep her way around the pond. Every so often, Fae would be able to see Maeve's ears twisting and twitching all around the two, subconsciously listening to the earth around them. Her long tail occasionally swayed behind her, keeping a calm and cool presence that remained unannounced to the assassin before her. While it would have been more than a cruel joke to see the dark elf being hunted by a group of royal knights, the shapeshifter knew if that was her fate in this very moment, both of them would have to make haste out of Lerwick. Maeve didn't offer her help often, if to anyone. And most certainly not someone like *Her.* Nevertheless, a million ideas were already stirring in the wolf's mind should they need run.