Hunted

JP with Winteroak and Omni

He had followed the small dot of light only he could see in his mind eye. Amalu had been surprised that he had been pulled towards his prey right to the heart of of the city and into the middle of a sermon to the faithful.

He half expected that the minor divination spell he had used on the hair, would take him to a priest of the Twins, a spy close to unravel the Brotherhood's plot.

Instead he was chasing a woman. She smelt of charcoal and dust. Of paint and ash.

He had sensed some of his brothers in the square, their presence strategically placed to inflame what was to come.

Twenty four notches on the post. Twenty four dead women, blocking the path to the resurrection. The first step in breaking the First Seal.

The woman was moving taking advantage of the partying crowds driving deeper into the city.

Speeding up and ducking past pedestrians wasn't working to lose her tail so Voah decided she would confront her pursuer her own way. She was baiting him now to separate him from any other possible dark robes. Slipping into an alleyway, Voah sped ahead about ten yards and found an alcove to curl up into, now fully brandishing her blade.

Amalu followed the point of blue light, trailing the woman. He wanted answers. Wanted to know why she had taken one single item from their lair.

Could it be that Stoneshade had agents this far into Arcadia as the Ozainae had around the Gate City. He was going to get the answers from her.

He lost sight of her. A few men and women walking by quickly made haste into getting as much distance as they could between them and the Dark Robe.

He pulled his sabre slowly from his scabbard. She was near. He looked up sniffing the air as he approached the alcove.

She could hear his footsteps now, cautiously approaching her position. Blood pumped furiously, sweet beaded down her temples and the muscles in her neck tensed as she emerged blade-first from the alcove to put some space between her and the white-eyed hound.

“Not another step.” she found herself warning him in Mizaran of all things.

He stepped back gracefully lifting his sabre towards her, tilting the weapon as to let his wrist loose and ready for any sudden attacks. His left hand went to his belt from where he pulled a long curved dagger with a black hilt. He shifted his height to his heels ready to strike.