She felt the hot body of her horse beaneth her, the weight of the blade o her waist, the burden of the darkness in her heart. She had no job, it was a free-for-all now, she was free....for now. She was know for her work, she usually finished up a job within the next night or two, she was valuable among vengeful Lords. Now everything was cleared, time was on her hands.
The shapes of faded trees and foliage whipped past her as Rave continued. A beast howled near by, letting her know he was there, waiting. She was among friends, something was at stake. Nothing seemed clear anymore, everything was random.......or normal. She closed her eyes, seeing through the trees and past them, seeking out the blood of victims. Finally she heard it.....bump.......bump. The sound of a fresh, beating heart and the scarlet fluid that pulsed through it. Licking her lips she whispered to Rave in her kind's tongue, "Iri Niat Crendl" The directions of her next prey.
(These victims are you, my way of jumping in so go along with it.)
