Hunters and Hellions: Twice Hunted » Places

         After taking a few moments to calm herself down and regain a normal heart rate and breathing, Xylia let out a long sigh of relief, shoulders sagging as she relaxed her muscles and simply lay on the floor of her apartment. Closing her eyes, the young woman went over the night's events in her mind. She hadn't anticipated the hunter being home or awake at the very least, and his appearance had threatened her success. Scowling, she cursed her luck at his timing, but eventually shook her head. It hadn't gone as smoothly as she had hoped, but she got the pendant back. Reaching up and grasping the cool stone pendant in her hand, the halfling let out a smile, satisfaction and contentment replacing her annoyance.

Finally, Xylia decided to get up off her floor and take a much-needed shower. Removing her shoes first, she made her way to the bathroom with thoughts of a warm soup and sleep. Removing her clothing piece by piece, she suddenly froze less than halfway through the process. Shirt and pants still in place, she had her hand frozen in the pocket of her jacket, the space feeling far too empty. Turning out the pockets of every article of clothing and examining her belts, Xylia searched with growing unease for what she knew she wouldn't find.

She had her pendant back, and her father's wood carving knife was still among her possesions. She wasn't going to kill anyone then. Looking helplessly at her belongings spread out along her bathroom floor, the half demon cursed. Of all the other things to lose, why did it have to be her pocketbook? It had all her notes on places she'd fount to be hunter-dense. It had all the clues leading to her finding her mother's pendant. And it held all her maps. She was terrible at directions, so she mapped out things and made notes as she went. Where was safe for sure to go. Where hunters were based. Ideal hiding places in a pinch. Places she could work and not get easily noticed. And then just her own observations and musings. Her to do lists, her shopping lists. Dammit all!

Xylia felt the blood drain from her face, only to shoot back up as she flushed in anger at herself and frustration. How did she not notice she lost it?! Now she'd have to walk all the way back! And worse, run the risk of being intercepted by the hunter. Tugging her jacket back on with a bit more force than necessary, Xylia prepared to go back out, mentally kicking herself for having such a thing happen.