Snippet #1876177

Querry read over the letter again, reading the details of her new employer's 'job'. She absently shrugged. "Should be easy enough." She mumbled quietly to herself, watching out for guards before scurrying up to the hedging of the castle. She climbed quickly, almost as if she had animal qualities, and then swung into an open window after making sure the room was clear. Her head tilted to the side in exasperation, hating just how easy this was. Just have to find the documents and get out. The thoughts in her head were clear, and she slipped past the king-sized bed towards the door. She edged it quietly open, sticking her head out just a bit and looking from side to side. Her left foot pressed out onto the tiles, and she just as quietly shut the door of the room before sneaking around in the candle lit corridors.

Querry finally came to what she thought was the king's official's room, and pulled out a lock pick from a pocket in her corset. She stuck the metal in, twisting it and jiggling it just a bit before hearing the satisfying click of the tumblers rotating together. Querry slipped in, and started rummaging through one of the desks. Her eyes widened as she finally figured out what her employer had wanted. No, this guy couldn't have- But her thoughts got no further as she heard the yelling of guards and the pounding of feet against the floor. She groaned, stashing them in her pocket, and tried to slip out of the room since there were no windows in this room. Just a fraction of her clothing was seen, and one of the guards called out, and they put on a whole new burst of speed. Ugh, I'm not going to be able to shake them. She turned a corner- only to run into more guards. They attacked her, and she cried out, feeling her own flesh tearing apart and the flow of blood begin to trickle out. She grabbed her arm and side, and then decided it was time to get away with her life.

She silently began to morph as she made a sharp turn and ran down another corridor, completing it as she made it to the door. A house cat with the features of a lynx: same ears, same fur; except the fur was long and soft, not to mention as black as midnight. The feline's tail was long, though short haired. Yet blood still trickled out of her ribs and her shoulder, and it was getting worse by the second. Flee. Have to... She thought dazedly to herself, hearing the yelling of yet more guards. "It's the shape-shifter, quickly, after her, before she gets away again!" One man cried.

Querry made another sharp turn, darting under the bushes and out into the night.