The Shadow

• Posted by Premier Eden August 6, 2013 - 822 views

              "I know you are there," she whispered softly, her voice lazily filling the room, almost flickering in time with the lone candle that threw shadows onto the walls and her face. "And I know you are not here to kill me, or I would already be dead," she continued, turning to her new visitor, obscured by the shadows and the black armor he wore," Which means you are here because of that," she sent one of her hands lazily out to point at the gruesome looking ritual in a small alcove, a dagger still sticking out of a human heart.
  "I am," was all the shadowy figure spoke, his voice a raspy noise compared to her soft music. He stepped from the shadows, showing nothing but the two brown, human eyes simmering from the black cowl he wore.

              She stood, her dress flowing around her, before she waltzed slowly up to the stranger.

  "I require someone dead. But I'm sure you already figured out that part," she chuckled. "The target is a Nord, living far in the north, his exact location I... do not know. But I'm sure that will not be a problem for someone with your... talents and connections," she drawled out, lightly grazing her hand sensually across the assassin's shoulders.

  "He is as good as dead," the man spoke, his rasp acquiring a thicker, more strained tone.

  "That's good for you," she whispered. "for if you do this job well, you will be...", she traced the cleavage her dress revealed slowly and provocatively, "well rewarded," she whispered into the man's ear. She could hear his breath hitch slightly.

  "If you will excuse me," he replied, his voice even more strained than before.

  "Happy hunting," she replied, with a smile on her lips. As soon as he slipped from the small room, her smile vanished, replaced with a visage of hatred and determination. She softly walked over to a wardrobe, which opened to show a hidden room that she entered. The room was full of the tools of death the assassin would have killed to have, daggers, poisons, spells, and enchantments filling their own niches across the room. She gently walked to a corner where a pitch black set of armor rested on a mannequin, the light almost sliding off of it. There would be a happy hunt indeed.