Nicasia heard the vicious call, felt it deep in the dark pits of her heart. But not from the desert where the ghosts of a once powerful herd haunted. It was from the sandstone cage that was the main city of Solterra where the blood of another horse still coated the sandy fur as she skulked among the shadows. There in the darkness she hesitated, recognising the voice that danced dangerously on the breeze. There had been a time where Nicasia had tried to rally the Davke but to no avail for she was neither her half-sister nor her mother and without them the barbaric sand horses would not congregate. That old pit in Nicasia’s heart yawned open, wide, threatening to consume her as she allowed the feelings of inadequacy to swallow. Minutes went by as Nicasia paced an empty corridor, safe from prying eyes who might connect her to the dead noble in the next room, debating whether to heed Avodtya’s call. And then the screams started. Anguish, pain, victory and anger all entwined in a symphony that rattled the very foundations of the Solterra. And Nicasia felt it in her blood, the excitement, the lust for battle like fire burning away the insecurity she once again buried. A nasty, blood thirsty smile lights up her face, hidden beneath the saber-tooth mask. Today she would stain the streets with her victims. But there would be one who had to die first.
It took only minutes to prowl among the shadows, a beast in the darkness, before she arrived at a grand house. The fighting had not reached here yet, the owner likely cowering among his splendour like the coward he was. Nicasia wasted no time with hiding this time, marching right up to the gates where two guards jolted into action, shock passing their slightly anxious faces. She dispatched them swiftly, slicing open the first’s neck with the tooth of her mask whilst dodging the attack of the second. He then fell like his companion, blood gushing hot and thick upon the sandy floor. She did not gloat, did not spare them a second glance as she slammed open the towering doors. This time the assassin did not skulk in the black, did not use the shadows to conceal her. No, she called out, called out to the client who had once tried to take advantage of her and blackmail her. She had barely escaped capture when she’d refused his advances and now she had come back to return the favour. “Submit or die!” She roared, the very words he’d spoken to her all those months ago. It echoed around the cavernous halls, reaching him wherever he was cowering. She hoped he was shaking in his hooves.
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Blood dripped down her chest, staining her lips and nose as Nicasia stalked from the shadows of the mansion, her blood lust heightened as the screams now permeated the quiet at the edge of the city. It wasn’t long before Nicasia joined them, her vicious shouts of battle in time to the beat of the others. Nicasia was obviously Davke, from the sandy hues of her coat that blended with the tawny buildings to the tiger skull tied to her face. Many a Solterran guard fell before her as she searched for her brethren among the chaos.
Notes::- Attack and injury is welcome, so long as its not permanent. Interaction with either Davke or Solterra Citizens would be fab!
It took only minutes to prowl among the shadows, a beast in the darkness, before she arrived at a grand house. The fighting had not reached here yet, the owner likely cowering among his splendour like the coward he was. Nicasia wasted no time with hiding this time, marching right up to the gates where two guards jolted into action, shock passing their slightly anxious faces. She dispatched them swiftly, slicing open the first’s neck with the tooth of her mask whilst dodging the attack of the second. He then fell like his companion, blood gushing hot and thick upon the sandy floor. She did not gloat, did not spare them a second glance as she slammed open the towering doors. This time the assassin did not skulk in the black, did not use the shadows to conceal her. No, she called out, called out to the client who had once tried to take advantage of her and blackmail her. She had barely escaped capture when she’d refused his advances and now she had come back to return the favour. “Submit or die!” She roared, the very words he’d spoken to her all those months ago. It echoed around the cavernous halls, reaching him wherever he was cowering. She hoped he was shaking in his hooves.
…
Blood dripped down her chest, staining her lips and nose as Nicasia stalked from the shadows of the mansion, her blood lust heightened as the screams now permeated the quiet at the edge of the city. It wasn’t long before Nicasia joined them, her vicious shouts of battle in time to the beat of the others. Nicasia was obviously Davke, from the sandy hues of her coat that blended with the tawny buildings to the tiger skull tied to her face. Many a Solterran guard fell before her as she searched for her brethren among the chaos.
Notes::- Attack and injury is welcome, so long as its not permanent. Interaction with either Davke or Solterra Citizens would be fab!
I am a weapon
and weapons don't weep
and weapons don't weep
