The Hunter and the Hunted (FallenAngelNajdan and Sorrows Solace)
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				Title: <strong>The Hunter and the Hunted (FallenAngelNajdan and Sorrows Solace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorrows Solace</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 23:21:52</strong>
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				Wind sharp as midwinter ice howled through the city streets. An unpleasant mix of snow and rain made the cobble stones slick and layered with frost; giving unsure footing. Dark clouds covered the night sky turning the streets to pits of gloom that none wanted to venture in. It was too cold and in these times the night was not a friend. The citizens were safe and asleep, the cobblestone road of the town square was empty. Except for a sole cloaked feminine figure that waiting at the square’s edge; barely visible in the dark beyond the silhouette of a lithe, wiry form and a slim hand that gripped the hilt of a sword. There was an expectant watchful air to the figure, body poised and ready as they moved from the square to the smaller streets vanishing into the gloom. There seemed to be little difficulty in navigating, her step was light and silent that air of a tracking hunter gathered about her like the drenched cloak she wore. Every fiber of her being was aware and ready, all senses alert for any sign of attack. The faint light from a covered torch hit on pale skin threaded with weary lines and faint scars, dark grey eyes and black hair. She passed into the shadows once more, the scent of blood catching her attention as it drifted on the cold wind. <br><br>A body lay slumped in the alley, one of the lost of the city that made their living in the streets. Half frozen already the woman moved a foot to shoo away the rats already making a meal from the body, looking it over. The male had only died a few hours previous the wounds were deep and ragged from claw marks and they were blackened at the edges. The sign of the infection of demonic taint and it had just started to set in. This was ill news, there was a high chance the taint could result in possession or the body providing as a vessel from a demon to emerge from the Black Realms. Fortunately there were ways to counter that, a gloved hand slipped into a belt pouch and extracted a small vial filled with light silver liquid. Quickly the liquid was poured over the wounds which bubbled and hissed violently before the blackness faded. The wounds had been purified and the body would be safe to be collected; it was fortunate that she had been hired by the law keepers of the city to find the demon- that there was less ignorance in this place. Standing the woman moved on, entering thinner alleyways before she grimaced lightly a pulse of nausea wracking her frame.<br><br>A hand brushed along her right collarbone, a reflexive gesture and she stopped to listen to the wind for a long moment. Years of hunting and wandering had given her a strong innate sense for demonkind; usually showing itself through a feeling of cold unease and illness as well as the icy ache of her shoulder. This sense was faded and weak however which could mean there was another Tainted citizen that was alive, or there was a lesser demon prowling the streets. Nevertheless she had to investigate, the faint sensation telling her that the creature was close. A rustle sounded and she halted, her eyes tracking in the darkness until it sounded again. There, to the right, a small alcove led to a tight alley and the woman began to walk her mouth set into a tense grim line. Hunting demons was always dangerous, the risk of ambush, of fighting an opponent stronger then you or being outnumbered. So far she could only sense one demon, but vast experience and past mistakes had taught her to be wary and cautious. The scent of blood was gone but the sounds were growing closer and she stepped into a wider alley, her eyes adjusting swiftly to the scant light that was offered. <br><br>A fierce wind blew, striking across her face coldly and it threw back her hood. The sight of horns made the woman draw her weapon and a naked bastard sword glinted in the dim light. Her face revealed the woman looked to be in her mid-thirties though her dark grey eyes spoke of a greater age. Delicate features, slightly pointed ears melded with a stubbornly rounded chin and high cheekbones- the balance of Elf and human blood ran in her veins. Wind tossed black hair fell to her shoulders in disarray and she was dressed in damp travel worn breeches and shirt, boots covering her feet. Weary lines and tracings of scars on her face hinted to a warrior’s nature and the half elf stood in the alleyway eyes on the turned back of her quarry. She settled into a defensive stance, her sword making a faint hum as it rested at her side, alerting her presence but perhaps that was what she wanted.
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