Ashe had been there for an hour already.
Six days, the assassin tried to catch that scent again: snowy pines and salty sea mist. Every moment she could, she was moving through this unfamiliar place on four paws, tasting the air. She had gone back to the ruins and tried to track him that way, but she’d lost his trail when she reached a river. It was foolish, of course, to think someone as skilled as he seemed to be would just leave his trail for her to follow.. It didn’t stop her from snarling in frustration. Whoever the hooded man was, he evaded her effectively and thoroughly - something that kept her awake, had her slipping out of her home to bath her coat in moonlight and search the shadows with golden eyes. There was a certain bounce in her step, spurred on by the soreness in her body.
When she returned home this morning and found that note tacked to her door… She was grinning wickedly when she ripped it down, eyes scanning the unfamiliar handwriting. Her new playmate was ready for her again, and this time she’d be ready for him.
She scouted as much as she could of the unfamiliar terrain well before dusk, slipping silently in and out of shadows on paws that were made for the wilderness. She would get to see more of it soon, she was sure, but she remained in the outskirts until the sun started to set. Ashe shifted to climb into a nearby tree, dressed in her usual head-to-toe black, Reckoning at her back and an untold number of knives on her person. She would have worn something to blend better into the terrain, but.. She forced herself not to think about all her things that were left behind: her clothing, books, weapons, gowns, and gods her bath oils... She had to remind herself to be grateful that her whole family was there, that she hadn’t lost anyone like others had. So, it was her assassin’s gear from the Guild she wore, the only real fighting gear she owned now.
Ashe swore her heart lurched when she saw the form of the man appear in the edges of the woodlands. When the fuck… She had been watching for him! Where did he come from? She’d been hoping to see a direction of origin, but.. Five hells, how did he do that? She grit her teeth in frustration from the branch she crouched on, and she made her way towards him, utterly silent in her movements. Her heart slowed as she steadied her breathing, and soon she was perched high above him, a savage sort of smirk on her lips. She’d find out who he was tonight, she told herself. He wasn’t going to run from her so easily… insane enough to jump at her lighting or not.
She waited until the last light of the sun flared on the horizon. She silently pulled Reckoning from her back… Ashe flipped down from the branch. The raven-haired assassin landed at a crouch, but she didn’t even pause to greet her companion. She launched forward and whipped Reckoning forward in a sharply controlled blow for his unprotected gut with his arms crossed over his chest.
Gods, she was fucking smiling.
Kalt
ashetta
it's live or die my way.
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