Snippet #2394902

Time: Nightfall
Town: Bruma
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja had entered the City, her eyes scanning for the guard that had made the snide comments to her. After locating him, she'd quickly get off Nightmare, and walk up to him. Her wide green eyes gave him an innocent look. "I look to speak with the captian... I am his servent for the night." She'd bat her eyes like she saw the females do, after showing a little sk-fur. The guard looked at her and smiled, "Let us go to the guards tower... I'm sure the Captian will be there... as well as other men."

Dar'ja held back the urge to vomit. Though, she followed him, until she saw the guards tower. She waited for her perfect moment to strike. That was when she smelled the burning wood. "I think there's a fire..." She said looking around, knowing it was Blade who had done it. The guard stopped in his tracks and searched, "It's ok, the other men can take care of it...now let us be off."

Disgusting man he is, worried more about his fornicating than his city.... Sithis will devour him. She'd thought following him, her claws extended. He opened the door for her in which she followed. After climbing a few staircases they were in the captians office/room.

"The captian should be here any minute, feel free... to make yourself at home." The guard said as he stood at the door, watching Dar'ja, interested to see if she would do anything. Dar'ja smirked and dropped the white cloak around her feet. The guards eyes never left her. She'd slowly slink twards him, wraping her hands around his neck, removing his helmet. She always liked to see their eyes before they died.

The helmet hit the floor and the guard used one hand to pull Dar'ja in closer. "You know, I could be the captian for you." He'd say his voice husky, thick with lust. Dar'ja chuckled and pulled his hair gently. "Tis ok... you will have the same fate as the captian, at Dar'ja's hands." She'd purr, as her hands snaked their way around his neck.

By then it was too late, the guard had realized what she was doing. Before he could scream or hollor, or even draw his sword, Dar'ja had already broken his neck, letting him suffer an instant death. Not the death that he deserved, but a death nonetheless. Smiling, Dar'ja pulled his sword, and carved a hand in his forehead, while laying Nightshade upon his person.

The nightshade, was the calling card of the brotherhood...very few knew that, but those who did, made sure to use it in the Sacrament. Quickly she placed more Nightshade on the desk, wondering if the Capitan would know the meaning of it, she didn't ponder on this long, for she had to hide the body. After hiding the body, she laid on the bed, relaxing until she heard footsteps. The captian had come in wiping soot off his face. His amber eyes looked into hers.

"Well... where's my meal?" He asked as he sat in his chair. Dar'ja mentally slapped herself and went to grab him, cheese, meat, and of course, his special apple. Bringing it to him she'd smile and sit back down on his bed. "An evening with Dar'ja is what was promised... I hope you are not dissapointed." She'd say casually running her fingers down her leg. The captian smiled and nodded as he bit into his meal.

Dar'ja waited patiently for him to eat the apple, but she continued conversation. "Captian is so dirty, did Mar treat Captian bad?" The man shook his head, and worked his way on his cheese, before reaching in his desk grabbing a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses, one for Dar'ja and one for him. He drank his before saying.

"I heard the Kahjiit are a fierce race... mighty and loyal...but i have wonders if they're as good in bed as the Nords?" A sick perverted smile. "I had an Argonian woman last night, she was the best I ever had... no wonder the men are so agressive over their women, they're afraid to loose them to the Nords!" A laugh as he took another bite of meat.

Dar'ja tried not to vomit. A sick man this was... were all Mar like this? Well outside the Brotherhood, were they all disgusting pigs? She couldn't believe that. Finally the Captian had bitten into Lucians poisoned apple, Dar'ja started laughing as well did Lucian who seemed to just walk throguh the walls.

"Well done Sister, he will Join Sithis soon." Lucian's dark voice said as the Captian looked in shock. Dar'ja chuckled and pointed to the Nightshade on his desk. "The Brotherhood was summoned... and now you will join our Dread Father." Puting on her cloak, that seemed to be covered in crimson now, she walked out, hearing the Captian drop to the floor, his heart slowing down.

She ran out of the guards tower, leaving Bruma, and running in the direction of Appleridge, laying in wait for Blade to return. As she waited she changed back into her Black Hand robes, glad to be out of something so revealing. Her hair on the otherhand, just stayed long and wavy. She decided not to put it up... but in the Guild she would.