Post by Silas on Mar 8, 2008 2:39:03 GMT -5
"I know you're sorry," said a poignant voice, "but that doesn't really matter at this point, does it?" A ghoulish smile was spread across Silas' normally characterless face and his eyes held a timid joy to them. There was barely enough light in the cramped alleyway to see one's own hand, but the way Silas grinned got through to the man whimpering on the ground.
He had a rat-like face with long red hair and brown eyes. He was of small build and had excellent muscular structure but there was a slippery quality about him. The dark man stood behind the red head and knelt down. Silas loosely wrapped an arm around the man in the manner of a hug and set his chin on the free should. The man's equally rodent voice sounded all sorts of noise, and sorts of noise that Silas hated.
He her the man begin to cry, and was close enough to feel the heat of his cheeks. The rat-man was already beaten and the broken hands would ruin his career, if Silas was a kinder man he would have let him go. He had no particular have for thieves, in fact, he was one at times himself. But it was never a good idea to rob from him. Silas figured it was about time to end his little game, he was starting to get sleepy. From a small holster Silas retrieved an inky black dagger. He whispered gentle words in a foreign tongue and held the man tighter, he seemed to calm. It was a simple ice spell that the little assassin had muttered and it took affect. The design of a thousand snowflakes embedded itself on the blade. After a moment the thick frost settled, he was ready.
"It's going to be alright, just relax", Silas' voice was musical and he spoke like a mother would to soothe a child. Then, with tremendous speed he sunk the knife into the man's jugular and made the man's throat smile, just like he was. Silas dropped the gyrating man and jumped backward to avoid blood spattering all over his clothing. After a few seconds of gurgles the man went limp. Silas smiled faded and he wiped his dagger clean of blood on the fresh corpse. After sheathing his blade he left the narrow alley.
As he exited he slowed his pace to a casual walk. It was a nice night for a stroll. Silas made his way closer to the batter parts of the Alleys. He was dressed in all black with soft, noiseless shoes on his feet. The only way a person would even know he was there was by the song he whistled. It was strong and clear, and cut through the night air like a blade through... butter. The star twinkled and the moon was but a sliver in the sky. A few opaque clouds slithered around and blocked the glowing crescent from time to time but overall everything was rather lovely.
He had a rat-like face with long red hair and brown eyes. He was of small build and had excellent muscular structure but there was a slippery quality about him. The dark man stood behind the red head and knelt down. Silas loosely wrapped an arm around the man in the manner of a hug and set his chin on the free should. The man's equally rodent voice sounded all sorts of noise, and sorts of noise that Silas hated.
He her the man begin to cry, and was close enough to feel the heat of his cheeks. The rat-man was already beaten and the broken hands would ruin his career, if Silas was a kinder man he would have let him go. He had no particular have for thieves, in fact, he was one at times himself. But it was never a good idea to rob from him. Silas figured it was about time to end his little game, he was starting to get sleepy. From a small holster Silas retrieved an inky black dagger. He whispered gentle words in a foreign tongue and held the man tighter, he seemed to calm. It was a simple ice spell that the little assassin had muttered and it took affect. The design of a thousand snowflakes embedded itself on the blade. After a moment the thick frost settled, he was ready.
"It's going to be alright, just relax", Silas' voice was musical and he spoke like a mother would to soothe a child. Then, with tremendous speed he sunk the knife into the man's jugular and made the man's throat smile, just like he was. Silas dropped the gyrating man and jumped backward to avoid blood spattering all over his clothing. After a few seconds of gurgles the man went limp. Silas smiled faded and he wiped his dagger clean of blood on the fresh corpse. After sheathing his blade he left the narrow alley.
As he exited he slowed his pace to a casual walk. It was a nice night for a stroll. Silas made his way closer to the batter parts of the Alleys. He was dressed in all black with soft, noiseless shoes on his feet. The only way a person would even know he was there was by the song he whistled. It was strong and clear, and cut through the night air like a blade through... butter. The star twinkled and the moon was but a sliver in the sky. A few opaque clouds slithered around and blocked the glowing crescent from time to time but overall everything was rather lovely.
