It was night. Dracina sat in the study of her private estate, Bosartig Manor, reading through this month's issue of the Oracle....or more notably, the front page....over and over again. She relished as she poured over each word that told the account of her twisted little display in the Rhy'Din Town Square....just in front of the Town Hall. The crucified man, being one of the guards who had attacked her a night earlier was felt adequate to be the centerpiece of her message to Rhy'Din.
Accursed Rhy'Din....how so much of it had wronged her in the past, and now she was back to prey on its innocence in revenge. Her annoyance with the town watch had grown; however, constantly patrolling the streets as it hunted for her....her....who should instead be hunting them. It was at least fortunate that they only had a very brief description of her that could easily fit anyone in this city, and thus no one really came knocking at her door.
She turned through the rest of the paper, and sneered at G'Nort's pointless little rant about "villains" and so forth. While she did not see herself as a "villain," she felt deeply insulted at the "any idiot with a knife" comment. That idiot would have to be given a warning of demanded respect soon enough....but at the moment she had to figure out how to toy with these Scathachian women that Nocent wanted to bring down to ruin.
It was then her sharp ears caught the sound of a merchant's wagon rolling by her manor outside. Curiously, she placed the Oracle to the side, stood up, smoothed out the elegant yellow mid-thigh dress she wore, and walked over to her study's window. Pushing aside the drapes, she looked out at the road that went past Bosartig Manor and saw the wagon rolling past. The merchant was driving the horse himself and was going against all advice about not travelling alone at night.
Dracina licked her lips....it had been some time since she last fed, and the sight of this lonely man steering his horse-drawn wagon through the streets made her hunger grow. It was a spur of the moment thing, and she would have to do something with the evidence later after she was done to lure suspicion away from her manor, so she opened the window and leapt out into the air like a a great hissing beast.
The merchant never saw it coming as she landed on him, and he didn't have time to scream when her ecstatic bite claimed him. The horse whinnied a bit while she fed on the man, its hooves clapping on the road as it moved about in confusion. Eventually, when she was done draining the man of his blood, she turned her attention to the annoying ruckus created by the horse. Not wasting anymore time to allow the dumb animal to alert authorities, she immediately reached over and snapped its neck. The horse fell dead.
Now she stood there on that merchant's wagon, contemplating on what to do with this damning evidence. Then....then a particularly twisted and cruel idea came to her mind. Something so horribly humorous and yet damning and cruel in the same. Nocent wanted to bring Scathach ruin, right' Well....this prank....oh this so delightful prank....it would be the best prank she had ever pulled in her unlife.
That morning, positioned just in front of the Scathachian Sanctuary was a truly perverse and yet comical sight. The wagon was there, and seated in the front was the horse's corpse as if the wagon driver itself, and in its jaws was positioned the decapitated head of the merchant. Along the side of wagon, painted in bright red paint was the caption: "FEAR SCATHACH!!!"
It was certainly very incriminating and bad PR for the Scathachians....
Accursed Rhy'Din....how so much of it had wronged her in the past, and now she was back to prey on its innocence in revenge. Her annoyance with the town watch had grown; however, constantly patrolling the streets as it hunted for her....her....who should instead be hunting them. It was at least fortunate that they only had a very brief description of her that could easily fit anyone in this city, and thus no one really came knocking at her door.
She turned through the rest of the paper, and sneered at G'Nort's pointless little rant about "villains" and so forth. While she did not see herself as a "villain," she felt deeply insulted at the "any idiot with a knife" comment. That idiot would have to be given a warning of demanded respect soon enough....but at the moment she had to figure out how to toy with these Scathachian women that Nocent wanted to bring down to ruin.
It was then her sharp ears caught the sound of a merchant's wagon rolling by her manor outside. Curiously, she placed the Oracle to the side, stood up, smoothed out the elegant yellow mid-thigh dress she wore, and walked over to her study's window. Pushing aside the drapes, she looked out at the road that went past Bosartig Manor and saw the wagon rolling past. The merchant was driving the horse himself and was going against all advice about not travelling alone at night.
Dracina licked her lips....it had been some time since she last fed, and the sight of this lonely man steering his horse-drawn wagon through the streets made her hunger grow. It was a spur of the moment thing, and she would have to do something with the evidence later after she was done to lure suspicion away from her manor, so she opened the window and leapt out into the air like a a great hissing beast.
The merchant never saw it coming as she landed on him, and he didn't have time to scream when her ecstatic bite claimed him. The horse whinnied a bit while she fed on the man, its hooves clapping on the road as it moved about in confusion. Eventually, when she was done draining the man of his blood, she turned her attention to the annoying ruckus created by the horse. Not wasting anymore time to allow the dumb animal to alert authorities, she immediately reached over and snapped its neck. The horse fell dead.
Now she stood there on that merchant's wagon, contemplating on what to do with this damning evidence. Then....then a particularly twisted and cruel idea came to her mind. Something so horribly humorous and yet damning and cruel in the same. Nocent wanted to bring Scathach ruin, right' Well....this prank....oh this so delightful prank....it would be the best prank she had ever pulled in her unlife.
That morning, positioned just in front of the Scathachian Sanctuary was a truly perverse and yet comical sight. The wagon was there, and seated in the front was the horse's corpse as if the wagon driver itself, and in its jaws was positioned the decapitated head of the merchant. Along the side of wagon, painted in bright red paint was the caption: "FEAR SCATHACH!!!"
It was certainly very incriminating and bad PR for the Scathachians....