Eithne hated how honeyed his words where, how easily the manipulation seemed to slide from his lips, dripping sweetly into her ears with just the right cadence of smarmy and intriguing to keep her hung on his words, that kept her hand stilled from making the killing blow that would have already have come had it been anyone else. She had never hesitated in the kill, but this group of mages had been giving her such a hard time lately, always seeming to be one step ahead of her, and even her ability to slow time wasn't enough to catch them. One of them had to be a seerer.
She raised a brow at him and gave him a look of incredulity a his suggestion that they were a far greater threat than he -- she knew what he was, had felt it at the edge of his mind, felt that he was just wearing the body like a suit. Eithne gritted her teeth as she listened, truly listened to what he was saying -- he had to be some sort of mischief demon, or a lust demon to want to stir the pot like this, a semi-powerful one because he didn't seem to be sweating her abundant use of magic and knife at his neck. He was smiling..
He thought the whole thing was humorous -- she was being played with. Like a cat with a mouse, and she had followed through with the trap. She would die, of course, if she plunged her blade into his neck like she intended, but he would just find another body to wear around like he was now. The mage group was what she had been sent after -- if she returned back with the group handled, she would earn a small amount of praise, of course, but it was better than the beating she'd earn returning back empty handed once again.
She leaned into his neck a bit more with the dagger, aiming to draw a small amount of blood along the blade, what she'd need for the show to come.
But she didn't press any further, her own nearly empty eyes watching his, would he understand her not pressing the attack, would he feel the time magic shift from the two of them back towards the room before this, on the hunters that were coming quickly to her position.
@Lustara
She raised a brow at him and gave him a look of incredulity a his suggestion that they were a far greater threat than he -- she knew what he was, had felt it at the edge of his mind, felt that he was just wearing the body like a suit. Eithne gritted her teeth as she listened, truly listened to what he was saying -- he had to be some sort of mischief demon, or a lust demon to want to stir the pot like this, a semi-powerful one because he didn't seem to be sweating her abundant use of magic and knife at his neck. He was smiling..
He thought the whole thing was humorous -- she was being played with. Like a cat with a mouse, and she had followed through with the trap. She would die, of course, if she plunged her blade into his neck like she intended, but he would just find another body to wear around like he was now. The mage group was what she had been sent after -- if she returned back with the group handled, she would earn a small amount of praise, of course, but it was better than the beating she'd earn returning back empty handed once again.
She leaned into his neck a bit more with the dagger, aiming to draw a small amount of blood along the blade, what she'd need for the show to come.
I bet you say that to all the girls, dangle the same bit of bait to see if they bite, but do you think all those saccharine sweet words will win me over? You dangle a treat, but even I know this bait comes at a cost, it's easier to just kill you and take the beating than being strung along over and over by a demon in man's clothing.
But she didn't press any further, her own nearly empty eyes watching his, would he understand her not pressing the attack, would he feel the time magic shift from the two of them back towards the room before this, on the hunters that were coming quickly to her position.
Talk.
@Lustara
10-12-2024, 12:20 AM
