A Huntress was not one to take pleasure in the notion of being Hunted.
She felt the sensation though of being watched. That someone waited in shadows.
The answer came soon enough. Left her shaking. A wander in her bedroom found the vanity covered with shattered glass and blood.
It would paint, stain the ground with its thick crimson long since gone dark and stained dark brown.
Ugly.
Ariahn had come to the Crimson Scarf to clean out her room. Crimson Scarf it always would be to her. Rather then Crymson Tryst. The name meant nothing to her.
To move on as she promised Theodore. Instead...she found destruction and disaster.
The visceral scent of sweat, blood, sex, and body waste.
It was so thick she gagged around the scent, stumbled to grip the vanity only to fill her palm with thick shards of glass. Cutting deep.
Another scent twisted around that destruction of what had once been alive. Now in bloody remains that covered her room like a wild feast gone astray.
Like a hound with rabies had been unleashed to become rabid. Devour and destroy.
Her senses were keen enough to know the scent of werewolf.
"Luna."
An ache in throat. There was something of relief that it was not the other friend she would expect to find in such a state to get to the Huntress. Rona was safe for now.
The room was raining blood. Her head tipped back and she was painted in it.
Saw the omen scrawled in blood and ashes on the ceiling.
He will be next
Absinthe went wild. Frenzy rage of fire in her spirit and those indian ink stripes exploded across her flesh. Painted her skin dark with their savage design.
Theodore.
She had to warn him.
He surely could take care of himself but this was different. Turning to move to that open door she ran smack into the broad expanse of Sahar's chest.
"Jesus, Tiger. What did you do? More so...why?"
"What?!? This... I didn't do this."
Snarling. Fangs exposed as the dusk of her flesh became imprinted with the feline spirit of her.
She saw the woman then behind Sahar. Tellis St. Croix. The only female Ariahn's mother would confide in. Work with. And still hold at an arm's length.
The Friend of a Friend to become Enemy. Taboo. Panther dark eyes were deadly and savage. Cruel.
"Take her away, Sahar. You know what you must do."
The enhanced shackles were snapped around her wrists before she could voice protest.
Indifference lit in the eyes of Taboo, that voodoo born cajun, black magic baby.
Her smile made Ariahn sick. The whisper at her lips more so. "Your mother... says... hello."
This was her doing. Her mother. She planned on having Ariahn pay for her crimes. The Sins of the Past.
Hauled away she struggled, savagely aware she needed to get to Theodore before the Coyote came to him too and made his death seem a crime of passion.
"By Loki, Theodore... just stay away." A whisper under her breath. She could only wish he would hear her plea, but part of her... hoped he wouldn't. If only it meant to assure he was safe and that she wasn't at risk to lose him forever.
Just one chance, one more moment to see him again... before they killed her.
She felt the sensation though of being watched. That someone waited in shadows.
The answer came soon enough. Left her shaking. A wander in her bedroom found the vanity covered with shattered glass and blood.
It would paint, stain the ground with its thick crimson long since gone dark and stained dark brown.
Ugly.
Ariahn had come to the Crimson Scarf to clean out her room. Crimson Scarf it always would be to her. Rather then Crymson Tryst. The name meant nothing to her.
To move on as she promised Theodore. Instead...she found destruction and disaster.
The visceral scent of sweat, blood, sex, and body waste.
It was so thick she gagged around the scent, stumbled to grip the vanity only to fill her palm with thick shards of glass. Cutting deep.
Another scent twisted around that destruction of what had once been alive. Now in bloody remains that covered her room like a wild feast gone astray.
Like a hound with rabies had been unleashed to become rabid. Devour and destroy.
Her senses were keen enough to know the scent of werewolf.
"Luna."
An ache in throat. There was something of relief that it was not the other friend she would expect to find in such a state to get to the Huntress. Rona was safe for now.
The room was raining blood. Her head tipped back and she was painted in it.
Saw the omen scrawled in blood and ashes on the ceiling.
He will be next
Absinthe went wild. Frenzy rage of fire in her spirit and those indian ink stripes exploded across her flesh. Painted her skin dark with their savage design.
Theodore.
She had to warn him.
He surely could take care of himself but this was different. Turning to move to that open door she ran smack into the broad expanse of Sahar's chest.
"Jesus, Tiger. What did you do? More so...why?"
"What?!? This... I didn't do this."
Snarling. Fangs exposed as the dusk of her flesh became imprinted with the feline spirit of her.
She saw the woman then behind Sahar. Tellis St. Croix. The only female Ariahn's mother would confide in. Work with. And still hold at an arm's length.
The Friend of a Friend to become Enemy. Taboo. Panther dark eyes were deadly and savage. Cruel.
"Take her away, Sahar. You know what you must do."
The enhanced shackles were snapped around her wrists before she could voice protest.
Indifference lit in the eyes of Taboo, that voodoo born cajun, black magic baby.
Her smile made Ariahn sick. The whisper at her lips more so. "Your mother... says... hello."
This was her doing. Her mother. She planned on having Ariahn pay for her crimes. The Sins of the Past.
Hauled away she struggled, savagely aware she needed to get to Theodore before the Coyote came to him too and made his death seem a crime of passion.
"By Loki, Theodore... just stay away." A whisper under her breath. She could only wish he would hear her plea, but part of her... hoped he wouldn't. If only it meant to assure he was safe and that she wasn't at risk to lose him forever.
Just one chance, one more moment to see him again... before they killed her.