Snippet #1962775

Pale blue eyes flickered over the surroundings nearest her as the young woman blended into the dappled shade cloaking her movements. Pale skin seemed to shimmer with every movement of her flesh. Strands of the palest gold fell across her back and poured down her shoulders to cascade past her bent knees, glimmering in the rays shining down upon her. Tilting her head slightly, Jaquellyn worried her bottom lip with a small, albeit feminine fang.
"What are they doing," she quietly wondered aloud, her voice drifting on the air with a lethally seductive quality to it. Her hand reached up and slowly brushed her hair from her face, her claws glancing across her fae-like ears. Light seemed to be absorbed as it hit her high-riding shorts, and sleeveless corset-like top. Black as sin, the material reflected no light, and made no sound with her movements. She wore high laced boots, the soles thin but textured for grip and less noise. Slung across her waist lay a thin band of silk, the items on it hidden by her long grey cloak.
Closing her eyes, her lashes fanning out across her pale cheekbones, the woman sniffed the air delicately. After arriving, Jaquellyn had immediately taken to the trees, worried about the vestiges of magic lingering in the air.
Her country had not wanted to send her, it's profits raising with the thought of war. But wisely, a male had simply stated that it was a farce, to just cause incident between the countries and find their strongest links to break. Chuckling, her employer had pushed her forward. His grin was met with the statement of, "I only employ the best. So she shall be our ambassador warrior. "
Shaking her head, she breathed deep. Magic, both protective and dangerous littered the air. Along with blood and the scent of the earth. How strange. Another breath. More soil, charred wood, smoke... Sulfer? Eyes shooting open, the assassin hissed, her fangs sharpening as she growled low in her throat and backed up. Demon. No, correction. Demons.
"They send their kind here? Monsters. "
Her voice dropped low as she glared. Leaping from the branch, she walked into the busted establishment through the hole in the wall and found a bottle of wine to sip from. Leaning against a broken beam that lay, Jaquellyn hid her ears once more, and gently ran her claws across the lip of the bottle.