Post by Tragedy on Jan 1, 2007 0:18:44 GMT -5
Tragedy trotted through what she knew to be the Mictlan, the Land of the Dead. The domain of one they called Bane. She said nothing. Although she was not looking to kill Bane (in fact, quite the opposite) she treated this like a mission. She said nothing, made no sound. A fat rabbit was clutched in her jaws.
Then she sensed it, when she came to a clearing. She could feel a presence, like any other great assassin. By the proverbial, as well as actual, beat of the heart. She could physically sene nothing, but she knew someone was there. The rush of blood through the veins. She had no thirst for it, the blood. She generally felt that cannibalism was an unhealthy practice. It clouded the mind (unacceptable), and opened one up to all sorts of diseases.
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
She could do diseases, too. The art of giving the enemy plague without any of your agents getting infected. Including yourself.
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
She could do fire, too. Not as well; it required very specific circumstances.
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
A group of hearts, not far off. She turned and flowed into the shadows.
Then she sensed it, when she came to a clearing. She could feel a presence, like any other great assassin. By the proverbial, as well as actual, beat of the heart. She could physically sene nothing, but she knew someone was there. The rush of blood through the veins. She had no thirst for it, the blood. She generally felt that cannibalism was an unhealthy practice. It clouded the mind (unacceptable), and opened one up to all sorts of diseases.
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
She could do diseases, too. The art of giving the enemy plague without any of your agents getting infected. Including yourself.
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
She could do fire, too. Not as well; it required very specific circumstances.
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
A group of hearts, not far off. She turned and flowed into the shadows.