<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Running through the streets in Venna<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Assassin that has killed her Master<br/><hr/><br/>"Namira." She answered in a whisper as he all bit dragged her through the streets, clearly seeking something specifically. Her silent and bare feet treading softly upon the dirt roads, keeping up with him in smaller and faster steps as the Assassin hadn't longer legs and thus longer strides. Her golden eyes flecked back and forth in fear from his words on her bloodied silks, thatindeed if they were found all he would have to do would be to say he found her like this and it would be the word of a free against the word of a slave. "He gave me the name Namira when he made me a Red Silk."<br/><br/>Turning and dodging in the dark shadowy streets, expertly avoiding the guards, the Kajira figured out quite later that he was seeking aid for her hands, more specifically a physician, their green colored caste members who honored the sick at any hour. When they found the darkened building, this physician choosing not to have guards for hire as he was an older and gentle man, it was no hard task for the Black Caste Member to pick the lock and enter without a single noise. Namira gasped, scandalized at his actions, her eyes wide in shock and horror but reminding herself that she had begged to belong to him, and if she desired to wear the black silks of a woman owned by an Assassin, she needed to get used to the darker world of the most feared caste.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind him, the man motioned for her to remain silent as they crept to the bedroom, a single candle in an adjacent room where the elderly physician slept. He awoke with a blade to his throats and instructions to not scream and alert the guards, a command he obediently followed when he saw the black clothing and the bloodied slave.<br/><br/>"Tal, Master Physician." Namira whispered obediently and to display her health and lack of injury, which put the man at ease. Kneeling down on he really knees, she placed her forehead to the floor briefly before sitting upright, eyes cast downward as the men conversed about what they needed. She heard coins exchanging hands before her hands were raised and appraised, cleaning and spreading with a balm and then wrapped up. A wrapped robe was also purchased, something to cover what she wore so as not to attract or even unneeded attention, but the man had no silks of his own as he owned no Kajira of his own. "Thank you, Master." Were her final words of submissiveness before the Assassin disposed more coins to the old man for his silence and then pulled Namira from the door and outside to the streets.<br/><br/>More dodging and hiding occurred as it seemed they were heading to the inner most tower of the city instead of the outside gates. This confused Namira who frowned and began to question the man's sanity. "Where are you going?" She asked, a degree of irritation in her voice as she assume do he had a horse, or at minimum would try to outrun the guards on foot. "Why are we headed this way?"<br/><br/>Suddenly, someone saw them from a distance, an oddity at this hour and a cry was raised as they entered the highest tower with its spiraled staircase, whirling up the flights like a cork screw, panting and running, fueled by adrenaline as armed men and guards begam to run and barricade the bottom door after sending a group up. Namira was beginning to panic, wondering if this man was bent on committing suicide after this recent kill and hence why he was so welcoming of her to come along with him. She started to slow down with these mental distractions but was yanked forward with a grunt to keep moving. When they reached the top, she was exhausted, and stumbled forward on the windy upper rooftop of the tower as the man behind her locked the door. "What.....what are....are you mad?" She fumbled between breaths as she frowned and looked around the empty terrace. "You have trapped us?"<br/><br/>Just then, the Assassin took out a whistle and blew, and seconds later Namira heard the massive flapping of wings behind her. Turning with wide eyes, she saw for a brief second the massive tarn that was summoned by the single note of its Master, its huge wings outspread, talons outstretched as if to grab her, and her scream was caught in her throat as she raised her hands up to hide behind them before falling to the ground in a faint.