Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-24736819-20150403154256

( Not so fast!)

Velaryon went back to his room, tired, hungry and with a headache. His room was the last one of the corridor and the walk annoyed him a bit, making him miss the keyhole a couple of times before finally opening it up...

He froze where he stood, there was someone in his bed!

Huge mistake picking me, you fucking rat!, he approached the figure slowly, unsheathing his blade and realized it was sleeping, ''Grew tired of waiting for me? What the..''.

When he was close enough he saw it was a woman, more precisely the waitress that was serving him earlier. He smirked, knowing what that meant and how foolish he was to believe that the killer would be sleeping in his bed, that hunger was really clouding his thoughts. He sheathed his blade and woke the waitress.

...

Fiesty little girl..., the youngster had a stupid smile on his face as he closed his eyes to finally sleep, And pretty loud too.

The hunger was still there, stronger than ever but he was so tired that soon enough he joined the waitress by his side in the land of the sleeping.

...

The rain was pretty weak that night, but the foul smell of Riften was enhanced by the raindrops that attempted to wash away the filth from the creaking boards of the streets. Izzad had punished Caius by sending him to retrieve the new supplies by the docks and the imperial had a bad feeling about that, since the night that Lucius disappeared on the same job. He couldn't help but to feel watched, like a prey awaiting for their predator, so every now and then he stopped, unsheathed his shortsword and looked around as if taunting the predator to appear.

"C'mon, Caius, you are losing your mind...Focus on the job, focus.", he whispered to himself as he sheathed his blade for the 10th time. He was getting close to the docks and the smell of fish started to join the previous smell of the city. He went to the Fishery, looking for the marked crates and soon enough he found them, next to a pile of ropes and the fish that were not sold that day. Caius unsheathed his blade and pried the crate open, revealing the skooma supply.

"Ha, easier than I thought...", suddenly he heard a heavy breathing nearby and quickly turned around, swinging his blade only to discover that he was alone, "Mind is playing tricks on me..."

The Imperial opened his bag and started to carefully place the skooma bottles inside.

...

Hunger...killer...

He thought, searching the premisses. Somehow he was always attracted by the water nearby when he went out hunting, something in the water soothened his spirit, perhaps.

Killer...nearby...

He finally caught the scent, the scent of a born-killer, the scent of a perfect meal. One the would appease his hunger for a few days, so he started to follow it, moving quickly and silently so the prey wouldn’t know he was onto it. Strangely, it seemed that the prey was aware of him as it turned around quite often, displaying a shiny blade which it swung around as if to tease its predator.

Stupid...prey...

He knew better than that, of course he could jump there and easily overpower the fearful creature, but he wanted to torture the prey, to play with its mind for a bit. He waited until the pink creature got to where it wanted to go and a bit more just to make sure that they were alone. When the prey knelt beside a wooden box and started collecting the content of the box, he knew it was the time to strike. The white-gray furred creature jump down to the docks, quickly making way to its prey, who had little time to react other than emmiting a scared screech before the beast's clawed-hands pierced through its armor and ripped his heart out with surgical precision.

Good place for a hunt..., as the hunger faded, the creature's thoughts started to get clearer. He was still feasting on the inside parts of the prey, with the outside intact as he enjoyed to look at the horrified look that his preys retained after death, when suddenly he wasn't alone anymore.

"By the Gods!", a fisherman shouted moments before he saw the pale  creature knelt beside the corpse. The fisherman turned around to run and tripped over some ropes, falling to the ground and getting knocked out.

''Damnit! Better leave it be...'', the creature thought looking to the remaining of the prey and quickly running away before the other fishermen arrived to check on their companion. He could feel himself turning back as he grew tired, so he hid himself amongst the plants beneath the open window to his room at the Inn, he knew his other self would think quickly and climb it before anyone could notice.

(Alright, go ahead! XD)