Muscle to muscle, toe to toe
07-23-2013, 09:03 PM
Alena waited patiently for the young wolf's first question, silence setting over the ruins for several moments. Finally his voice reached her ears once more and she raised her brows in surprise. That was a very good question. She pondered it over, wondering about the answer of it herself. "I learned from trial and error mostly, I suppose. I got a few suggestions from other assassins I've come across, but I have my own style so they didn't help much. They usually used intimidation and brute force, I typically use trickery or my looks to get close to them and then take them out with speed." She looked toward him with a sweet smile, putting on that innocent mask she wore when she approached her targets. "You'd trust this face, wouldn't you?" she asked with chuckle. Her own naturally gentle voice only aided to the ruse. With a blink the mask was gone and her usual cool, calculating gaze returned, but the playful smirk remained on her muzzle. She turned her eyes back to the trail, taking a moment to make sure she was still going the right direction. She was beginning to wonder why it was taking so long to reach him, but figured that maybe he was running. She turned her attention back to Crimzen and added, "It did take some time to get that down. I have always been a little... sneaky like that I suppose, but to be able to slip in and out of that took practice. Of course, I had some basic fighting training from my parents, but I had to practice to get that down as well. It's an art form of sorts. A dark, twisted art, but one none of the less. Anyone could do what I do, as long as the killing doesn't bother you, and it never has me." She didn't mention that she had never once in her life felt remorse from killing another wolf, even her own sister. She had tried to feel sorry for that one since it had been an accident, but the ivory fea just didn't have it in her. She didn't want to tell the young brute that, however. She didn't want to think she was heartless. No, she was a twisted soul, but not silent. Silence settled over them again, her paws moving along the grounds of the ruins nearly silently. That was another skill she had developed and did it without thinking now. Every once in awhile her recently healed shoulder would ache and her step would falter ever so slightly, but she didn't even let that happen very often. Suddenly she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Something wasn't right here. Her smooth step slowed to a halt. Her brows pulled together and her amethyst gaze glanced around at the ruins around them. It was ever so quiet, but her ears flicked anyway, searching for any noise. She sniffed the air again. There was the obvious scent of the brute she had been tracking, but as she searched the air she caught the scent of other wolves, at least three. Her ears folded back, realizing there was a very good chance they could be walking into a trap. How could she not have noticed this before?! She glanced over at Crimzen knowing she couldn't drag him into this. Feeling her frustration rising, a short, quiet growl rumbled in her chest and she turned around sharply and walked back out the way they had come, motioning with her head for him to follow. She could feel the brute slipping through her paws once again. It was awful, having to turn her back on a target. She padded completely away from the path, over toward the edge of the ruins. Once she felt they were a safe distance away she sat back on her haunches and closed her eyes, fighting off the headache that threatened to take over her head. "That tricky bastard... Smarter than I thought..." she sighed, she opened her eyes so her violet gaze could meet his blood red one again. "I think he figured out I was tracking him. There were more wolves with him. It was probably a trap. I couldn't risk going any further without knowing for sure, especially with you. I want him dead, but I'm not going to risk your life to do it." A frustrated growl rumbled in her chest and she paced back and forth. She wanted to be finished with all of this! "Speech." |