The smell of iron hung hot and thick as the burning air crackled around them; it was death's telltale stench and Avdotya could not help but stop to indulge herself in a deep breath of it. She inhaled greedily, savouring the metallic taste it left lingering on her tongue while she quietly noted the outline of a shadow skulking out of the corner of her eye. A hero come to save the day, the viper thought with a smirk... but she did not offer acknowledgment. She let him believe he was slick, let him have his moment of foolish courage in the middle of a room painted red with his compatriots' blood. His, too, would soon spill to the floor.
Avdotya drew one last breath before she spun on her heels to meet her attacker, intercepting him as he lunged forward with teeth bared. She met those pearly whites of his with the cracked edge of her hoof, forcing them to shatter from his mouth and the boy to crumple to the floor. He was young, she could tell simply by the way he cowered at her feet with lips bloodied and eyes wet with tears. The world would be better off without weaklings like him, but it would not be Avdotya that delivered him to the reaper on this day. Instead, she placed her hoof heavy upon his cheek and whispered into his ear: "You would do best to stay on this floor until the screams have stopped."
A voice in the back of her mind chided her for her mercy, but when she looked into his widened eyes it was not a Day Court child she saw, but rather the faces of Davke children that once looked up at the same fate. Cold as she was, Avdotya would not stoop so low as to end such a young life without valid reason.
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With the room far behind her, she finally found herself sifting through a sea of burnt rubble. Hours had passed and most of the violence ceased, leaving bodies in its wake and an eerie silence along with them. It blanketed all of Solterra's capitol, leaving a short lull before the viper presumed the head-hunt would begin. This was the time to lead what remained of her people back to the safety of the Mors and she didn't hesitate to gather them and be on their way - and not without what goods they could all handle. Much of it was valuables belonging to nobility, pieces of jewelry or treasures that could be sold off to merchants to sustain the horde for some time... enough to return them to the ghost-like presence they were known for.
And so, like that, the Davke disappeared on the horizon just as quickly as they had come. Now though... now they finally had their vengeance, and it left Avdotya with a satisfied smile as she glanced over her shoulder at the carnage they left behind.
Avdotya drew one last breath before she spun on her heels to meet her attacker, intercepting him as he lunged forward with teeth bared. She met those pearly whites of his with the cracked edge of her hoof, forcing them to shatter from his mouth and the boy to crumple to the floor. He was young, she could tell simply by the way he cowered at her feet with lips bloodied and eyes wet with tears. The world would be better off without weaklings like him, but it would not be Avdotya that delivered him to the reaper on this day. Instead, she placed her hoof heavy upon his cheek and whispered into his ear: "You would do best to stay on this floor until the screams have stopped."
A voice in the back of her mind chided her for her mercy, but when she looked into his widened eyes it was not a Day Court child she saw, but rather the faces of Davke children that once looked up at the same fate. Cold as she was, Avdotya would not stoop so low as to end such a young life without valid reason.
With the room far behind her, she finally found herself sifting through a sea of burnt rubble. Hours had passed and most of the violence ceased, leaving bodies in its wake and an eerie silence along with them. It blanketed all of Solterra's capitol, leaving a short lull before the viper presumed the head-hunt would begin. This was the time to lead what remained of her people back to the safety of the Mors and she didn't hesitate to gather them and be on their way - and not without what goods they could all handle. Much of it was valuables belonging to nobility, pieces of jewelry or treasures that could be sold off to merchants to sustain the horde for some time... enough to return them to the ghost-like presence they were known for.
And so, like that, the Davke disappeared on the horizon just as quickly as they had come. Now though... now they finally had their vengeance, and it left Avdotya with a satisfied smile as she glanced over her shoulder at the carnage they left behind.
You’re playing my game now-- @NOVUS!
i am terrible and fell so behind with work, so gonna close this up with everything that is going on now! feel free to toss up exit posts. <3
