A crow flapped audaciously down, alighting on a crate beside Eithne. It squacked at her and tilted its head. Its eyes glowed red.
Simultaneously, clanking footsteps resounded behind her. Scab cracked his neck. He had been following this woman since she entered the ramshackle streets, and Mistress had whispered she was hungry for her. The mountain of muscle was trimmed in the ill-maintained armor of a templar, but what stood out more was his enormous direwolf cape that fell all the way down to his calves. One of his eyes glowed red, and rolled around independent of his other eye.
Another red-eyed crow sat on his shoulder, looking at Eithne, and then, turned and stared at the man who had bit into the apple. Scab also turned briefly at the sound, and gave the man a dark sidelong glare with his natural eye that said 'run along, unless you want to be a fool and try me'. A thin ball of slim like him shouldn't need much more of a warning.
Then, Scab turned back to the woman with a small curl to his lips. Could she defend herself? It would be difficult when the rats she had hardly noticed sneaking out of the sewer grating began to crawl up her leg. And as they did this, he reach for her throat, ready to choke her out with practiced fingers. Mistress liked them alive. And the rats made it impossible to run.
Him too. The Mistress's voice purred greedily in his mind while he was in the midst of attacking the marked prey.
Simultaneously, clanking footsteps resounded behind her. Scab cracked his neck. He had been following this woman since she entered the ramshackle streets, and Mistress had whispered she was hungry for her. The mountain of muscle was trimmed in the ill-maintained armor of a templar, but what stood out more was his enormous direwolf cape that fell all the way down to his calves. One of his eyes glowed red, and rolled around independent of his other eye.
Another red-eyed crow sat on his shoulder, looking at Eithne, and then, turned and stared at the man who had bit into the apple. Scab also turned briefly at the sound, and gave the man a dark sidelong glare with his natural eye that said 'run along, unless you want to be a fool and try me'. A thin ball of slim like him shouldn't need much more of a warning.
Then, Scab turned back to the woman with a small curl to his lips. Could she defend herself? It would be difficult when the rats she had hardly noticed sneaking out of the sewer grating began to crawl up her leg. And as they did this, he reach for her throat, ready to choke her out with practiced fingers. Mistress liked them alive. And the rats made it impossible to run.
Him too. The Mistress's voice purred greedily in his mind while he was in the midst of attacking the marked prey.
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