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Posted on August 15, 2011 at 09:47:31 PM by Shady Labyrinth
 She circles Brent like a carrion bird waiting for the death rattle as signal to feast, glowing eyes never once leaving his stoney face. She is very pleased that he has advanced from snivelling weasel to this solemn statue of a solider. For while Selene does so enjoy the subserviant signs of weeping and begging for mercy, she needs her minions to be molded into something stronger, something more worthy. It has taken time, but finally this one has morphed into something she can trust to obey. His eyes make to follow her advance in silent worship and she is quick to lash at him across the chest with her crop. However much he loves her (as he should, no mistake about it), he must not slack on form. He is on duty now and she is beyond the point of tolerance. There is too much at stake this time. There is too much riding on the sucess of this particular mission."No, no, my sweet. We do not look at Mistress unless instructed to do so,"she says soft and silkily to the male fairy, who has since restraightened his shoulders in effort to impress. She glides a gloved finger over his collarbone in reward and then turns to motion the other creatures in the shadows of the room forward. They march stiffly and regimentally at her beckoning and she cocks a hip to gaze at them thoughtfully for a moment. If she had her wish, she would double their number, but since the shameful battle, the empire's numbers have dwindled and to her displeasure, the lamrions do not seem to reproduce fast enough. This lot will have to do. They are fully aware of the pressure she is under to succeed and know of the consequences should they fail her. "Now then," she orders in a voice both soothing and ice cold, "You know what to do. No wasting time on pillaging. Get in, find your quarry and get out. Remember...the King is not to be harmed. Bring me the children, alive if you can. Dead - just as good, but do not harm the father. He has much to think over. We must not deprive him of the chance to mull over his regrets, must we my dears?," She echos back the sinister smiles that rise to her from the formation. Their eagerness makes her giddy with pride and with a waft of her hand, she bids them leave and watches in shrewd silence as her assassins down crude looking potions and fade into invisible mist. * * * * * * Soft and swift as raven's wings they slide into view within the stone walls, the telepotion working quickly to place them in the corrider strategically selected to allow them the best access. Brent moves the group at a crouched run, knives up and glinting in the low torch light as he runs. They round one corner, then two, pressing themselves tighting against tapestry-laid walls till they slink at near invisibility futher into the castle. When the faint giggles of children begin to thicken the stale air, he motions with a hand and the group breaks into two, then three. Another gesture and like a tightly banded flock of birds, Selene's minions flank the door from where pours a warm yellow light; it might as well be a beacon for welcoming death into the house. Four or five lamrions await their leader's signal to move, while Brent moves the two female fairies behind him into attack position. If all goes according to plan, they should be able to strike, grabbing the two brats playing inside and retreating before an alarm can be sounded. All familiars are to be destoryed on sight and the fairy called Faithe places her rangy wolf familiar in a spot most beneficial to deal with such a complication. Brent gives the order. The door swings open and all hell breaks loose. he couldn't scream while I held him close I swore I'd never let him go |
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