<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/>A choice? The Assassin was giving her a choice?<br/><br/>Namira' gave flecked towards the door as it was being broken down, precious seconds wasted as the Black Clad man anchored a rope on the nearby couch and tossed the excess out the window. A challenge was issued, one that was made clear that she was not the only lovely thing in the city, nor was he overly impressed. What -would- impress him was her ability to keep up with him, to escape and show her smarts and ability.<br/><br/>Quickly glancing around the room, her dark eyes landed on the body of her former Master, and rushing over she pulled apart his shirt, her fingers quickly shaking and becoming sticky with his blood. She found the silver chain around his neck that held the key to her collar and Namira slipped it from around his shattered throats and pulled it around her own. Next, she remembered his words for something to protect her hands, but by that time the door was splintered, and turning in panic, the Kajira spun and slipped, smacking upon the floor as the blood had made the tile floors slippery. The woman gasped in fear and agony, almost sobbing in misery as she was now covered in Gamarius' blood. Scrambling to her feet, she slipped over the windowsill just as the guards crashed through, and turning over her shoulder, she made eye contact with one of the men just before grasping ahold of the rope with both hands and slid down.<br/><br/>The pain that sundered through her mind finally pressed the tears from her eyes as fire exploded in her palms, ripping the soft uncalloused  skin from her sweet little hands, making them burn. Her feet slammed against the ground and she made a soft pitiful sound before turning her head to see the vastly disappearing Assassin as he ran off.<br/><br/>"Wait..." she whispered, looking up and seeing the guards peering over the window looking down at her, and when she saw a leg curl over to follow her, Namira broke off in a panicked run in following the mysterious murderer. Pumping her hands as she sprinted with great speed that was fueled by fear, the Red Silk followed her desired Master from afar, her long hair flying behind her brown shoulders, following him through the streets, watching him turn a corner and rushing around only to crash straight into a hard chest, almost falling back due to the opposite reaction of physics and stopping so hard and instantly.<br/><br/>It was him. It was the Assassin. Had he paused to wait for her? Or was he hiding? It mattered naught to Namira as she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly and instantly on his mouth with her sweet flavored lips, her blood soaked silks against him and her disheveled hair making the scene as macabre as it would be with a true killer. "Master, my collar is yours." She whispered, her sexual nature and need to be pampered and desired overpowering the pressured situation they were in. "Where are we to go now?"