:: dagger-slinging rogue ::

<font color='#32CD32'>OOC: I also thought of it as a kind of dream realm and a spirit world and that they meld together. I can have Raptor join in, he is part of the TK gang and as a spy, he is used to violence. Also, I thought the physical body would be in Ramath-Lehi and that thier mind/spirit would be in the dream realm?

BTW, Raptor is actually in Ajita, but in the dream realm, distance is no obstacle and so they are in the same area. BIC:

In the dark alleys of the Bhim underworld and among the stench and noise of the poor rabble that littered the streets, walked a sleek onyx form who slowly peered out into the main streets with dark green and blue eyes. Hearing a noise and a rush, he pressed his bipedal form against a grafitti-encrusted wall as he quickly morphed his color to match the wall behind him, a master of the art of espionage, by the name of Raptor. A feminine form flashed by, Raptor smelled the tiny near metallic scent of poision and his trained eyes saw a movement as iif the feminine form was reassuring herself of her weapon.

hmm, a spy?, an assasin?...no matter, this may be something to investigate

The silky brown and white Pendragon dissappeared into the markeplace among the crowds, trained eyes however, kept track among the thick crowd of various 'Dragons of all sizes and colurs. Morphing as he detached from the wall and entered the crowd, he changed to the natural form, except he let himself be 4 foot at the shoulder and gave his skin a tabby-cat style pattern with orange and blue. Briefly losing the female, then minutes later as he entered yet another dark alley, he saw a glint of flashing metal, a scream, the smell of fresh blood. Carefully concealing himself, he saw the female make short work of the victims innards, slashing out intstinal bits and slicing arteries which spewed blood out of the mortal wounds. All the while, he felt no emotion, in fact he felt a small tease of satisfaction and enjoyment in the bloodshed. Then as the female turned and begun in a somewhat strange way, announced a stick up, he saw several, in the dense crowd that he recognized as someof about 100+ targets that were put out to those like him, spies with uncertain and changing loyalties.

heheh, now it shall be time for more bloodshed...and may the hot blood soak the ground like rivers!

Resuming his normal physical size and shape, he slinked low to the ground and kept to the shadows while the rogue female distracted the mob in the Bazarr, slowly, he neared one of his targets and slowly pulled out a small orb not much bigger than a golf ball.

"Las sha rlyyp radem......"</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'><p align=justify>In Character
Fhus uja iyo pyemd?

Her head shot up, emerald eyes widening. It had been long since she'd heard that voice, hissing and judging in her mind - almost six months. It rung in hers alone, though for half a year she had listened to and conversed with another, a kinder, more gentle one. Just when she thought it gone, it reappeared when she least expected it. Yet, this time, it seemed almost kind, as if curiously inquiring. Maybe its gone nice, the pendragon pondered; but no. The voice wasn't an IT, but a HE, something with a brain of its own. A monstrous, annoying, son of a bitch HE. She despised him, yet loved him all the same. If it wasn't for him, TrailBlaizer Muibara would be stuck with that dull, chirpy Florence 24/7; and so, the femme whispered a reply.

"Shemcemd, sjiemd sy shemc. Lauba na ra vyj u nynams."

Attached to a brick building was a jutting slab of the stone, probably for a fireplace. It was there that she curled up against, long legs sprawled outwards towards the street. If it weren't for the soot that stained her scaley fur, she would have been thought of as a simple merchant trying to catch a few zeens. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case, but she was oblivious to the stares of the passing crowd. The opinions of others didn't usually bother her, as she had too many things to be bothered with alread. Sometimes, she'd stop and grin at the people who dared laugh or make a comment. At other moments, however, it was the critisizer's family that was hurt the most.

Trail was, of course, quadruped, as most were. With a slim, lean body she was the size of a large wolf. Her pelt - not a wolven fur, but scales - was sable, not one white hair out of place despite her age. She had, however, ivory paws. They weren't huge, but well-sized to help running over snow. She was born in one of the more snowy places, in which she needed them if she wanted to survive. Her bladed hair, long over her eyes and getting shorter as it climbed down her spine, was also black. She had a magnificent pair greyscale of wings, scruffy but huge - almost as big as her entire body. Lastly, the white sign on her haunch was Earthen Japanese - "netsubo", or "desire".

Tha't luodhemd us iyo, gjakeyot.

The pendragon glanced up, just in time to see a rose-coloured female giggle and turn away at the sight of her messy self. Growling slightly, she lifted easily to her paws, feet rolling forwards as she silently followed the chortling idiot-femme. She would pay. Her mate would die, her children would suffer much, much more than mentally. There would be pain, so much pain... If only she had gotten there quick enough. Before Trail had reached her, another pendragon was upon her, a strange bipedaled one. A quiet snarl rose from her throat in frustration as she observed the two.

Strangely, Trail barely understood English. Oh, she knew enough to get by, of course, but was much more suited to the ancient Ramathian. The modern language had somehow drifted from her memory, and she squinted at the "stupid hag's" words.  A family... something about her having children. Well, fuck that. The mother obviously thought that the killer would take heed to her words. Oh my, she had lineage. Better keep this worthless femme alive, then! Not like she'd do anything for the survival of the race. Like it was needed. The species had a perfect population, it being recorded carefully.

Trail had been watching outside the fruit store, a rumbling, continuous growl echoing in her throat. She turned away, irritated with a sudden lust for the smooth, warm liquid that coursed through pendragons. She would have it, too, eventually. Frederick commanded it, and the assassin would obey. It would be that killer, or perhaps a random being inside the crowd. She trotted quickly, quietly, into an alleyway, crouched against a wall as she regarded the female stroll out, only to make another threat. She didn't understand it, of course, it being muddled as it was, but could recognize the look of terror on the bystanders' face. All except one. One seemed cool, calm, collected, convinced that she wouldn't harm him. Perhaps it was this pendragon that she would take, unsuspecting and cocky as he was.

"Fuskh yos, vyyl. E'n kynemd sy das iyo. Jeg iyo. SAUJ iyo."

The cruel voice laughed. Shus't es, gjakeyot. Dy das hen.</font>

 

<font color='#32CD32'>OOC: By 'only two faces', I assume you mean Trail and Raptor. Although Raptor might not be noticeable to most, but a spy like Okkie, or himself, could notice him.BIC:

As Raptor looked across the Bazzar, he saw a light furred pendragon lurking in the alley behind the bipedal/quadrupedal killer. The other female had slowly snuck up behind the rogue, Look behind you! he thought of the white banded female in a possibly vain attempt to warn her and that she would telepathically sense his thoughts. With sleek muscles quickly moving, he began his task on an enemy who was rumored to be a spy within his present client's inner ring. With time seeming to slow, seconds became minutes, Raptor clutched the silvery orb and it became a jagged sabre edged with the venom of the striped swamp Tmuka native to Bhim, quickly concealing it in a pocket on his shoulder, the equivalent of a side holster. Onyx morphing to golden brown, he emerged from the alley and approached his prey as if he was just another shopper, slowly, seconds passes as he closed in, morphed his claws into sharp, curved talons, ready to strike as needed. Decreasing by inches, the distance closed as the anxiety in the air slowly increased into an explosion, he quickly reached with his right paw and slashed out with the sabre, then in the same movement, he grabbed the orange and yellowish 'Dragon and as he snarled Djujucz Quhlc sallt na shus ha fell taa iyo em hall ump shus iyo huba raam petkybajap, iyo Hedh Ghyamez theshyla., stabbed the blade straight through the chest, piercing vitals, then stabbed him through the trachea and a neck vien. With crimson pouring onto the street and reddening the fur of the 'Dragon who dared cross the local mobsters, he retracted the blade into the orb and as he began to run, stashed the orb into a pocket. Blending into the now bewildered crowd, he changed his entire appearance to that of a tattered local as he loses himself among the crowd. Now walking, he only walks to the next building where he darts into a side road and uses his claws to climb up to the roof, where he keeps a low profile while the crimson river flows around the dying. Watches now, for the crowd's reaction, which is often predictable.....

...but, there are two unpredictable factors, one of whom, poses less a danger, the other, he watches carefully with dark orbs.</font>

 

<font color='#32CD32'>No prob, although the chaos that he sparked among the crowd should be noticeable by her. Also, since Trail was opposite from him and with his trained senses, he would notice her.</font>