Post by Cerridwen on Aug 6, 2018 2:20:00 GMT
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Cerridwen ditched her usual sweeping golden stitched gown for discrete, worn fighting leathers. Not that she needed them, as she could easily fold into shadow and avoid confrontation, but they were a comfort to her. Just as the dagger pressed into her waistband was a comfort should she be compromised. Finn—her little accomplice—sat contentedly on her shoulder as Cerridwen floated through the night.
The dark skinned woman did not walk as most mortal did. Her lineage permitted her a genetic glitch. A woman who could dissipate into shadow along with her clothing and dragon.
In the dead of night floating down the demolished remains of a back street, Cerridwen hunted for the trail to Sir Traeger’s home in the wealthy section of Cendra City.
Cerridwen has been hired by an anonymous government official with one job: kidnap Traeger and stage it to look as though he fled the city. What she wanted to do with him after the kidnaping was up to her—her contractor only wanted “Traeger and his corrupt ass” gone from the city. Cerridwen hadn’t asked why. The sum of money and promise of a few riches were enough for her to kidnap the official.
The alley Cerridwen stalked down—a quick way to enter the elite district of Cendra City—was littered with trash and a few drunken bodies. They had long since lost consciousness from a night of drinking. A wall greeted her. It was crumbled and grime covered. Cerridwen folded up into shadow and scaled the wall. She didn’t bother returning to her human form, but Finn did not appreciate her hasty change. She floated past house after house until she found the right one.
Cerridwen halted and returned to her human form. The house that towered above her was stunning and humongous. It was made of bricks and accented by quartz. It was far larger than Cerridwen’s meager shack she lived in. The house even had a courtyard where she could hear the bubbling of a fountain and small body of water.
The elite district was quiet at this hour, only a few houses lit up and active. It was the perfect time to pull off a kidnapping.
Cerridwen looked to Finn.
”You ready, little buddy? I think we’re going to upgrade our home after this mission,” she whispered to the tiny dragon. Finn puffed up his chest and spat out a small flame from his mouth. Cerridwen stroked his head and put him in her breast pocket.
She assessed the building. A window on the second story was left ajar. It was perfect for her to shimmy through unnoticed. Cerridwen smiles and folded up the lower half of her body. The smoke trailed out behind her as she placed one gloved hand on the brick. She searched for another hand hold, and clawed into that brick with her other hand. Slowly, slowly, carefully, carefully. Cerridwen scaled the building. She made it past the first story, spider crawling up the wall—albeit without legs.
A hand slipped.
“Ah shoot!” Cerridwen panicked and gasped for air. She hung on desperately with her on hand. A brick tumbled to the grass below her. She hissed and scrambled to find purchase on the wall growling and cursing.
Her hand found a lower brick to rest on, and she sat heaving for a moment.
”You alright, Finny?” she whispered to him. He chirped softly. Cerridwen let her head hang and released a breath.
Once again, the shadow woman continued her ascent up to the window. She shimmied up and up and up the wall—finally reaching her destination!
Cerridwen slid through the window and ungracefully landed on the wooden flooring within the house. She froze, the sound went unanswered, and Cerridwen unfolded the lower half of her body. Standing up, she pulled the dagger from her waist and took on a fighting stance. Observing the layout before her.
Tagging: Yngvald, Eliandor Ayzalth
Cerridwen ditched her usual sweeping golden stitched gown for discrete, worn fighting leathers. Not that she needed them, as she could easily fold into shadow and avoid confrontation, but they were a comfort to her. Just as the dagger pressed into her waistband was a comfort should she be compromised. Finn—her little accomplice—sat contentedly on her shoulder as Cerridwen floated through the night.
The dark skinned woman did not walk as most mortal did. Her lineage permitted her a genetic glitch. A woman who could dissipate into shadow along with her clothing and dragon.
In the dead of night floating down the demolished remains of a back street, Cerridwen hunted for the trail to Sir Traeger’s home in the wealthy section of Cendra City.
Cerridwen has been hired by an anonymous government official with one job: kidnap Traeger and stage it to look as though he fled the city. What she wanted to do with him after the kidnaping was up to her—her contractor only wanted “Traeger and his corrupt ass” gone from the city. Cerridwen hadn’t asked why. The sum of money and promise of a few riches were enough for her to kidnap the official.
The alley Cerridwen stalked down—a quick way to enter the elite district of Cendra City—was littered with trash and a few drunken bodies. They had long since lost consciousness from a night of drinking. A wall greeted her. It was crumbled and grime covered. Cerridwen folded up into shadow and scaled the wall. She didn’t bother returning to her human form, but Finn did not appreciate her hasty change. She floated past house after house until she found the right one.
Cerridwen halted and returned to her human form. The house that towered above her was stunning and humongous. It was made of bricks and accented by quartz. It was far larger than Cerridwen’s meager shack she lived in. The house even had a courtyard where she could hear the bubbling of a fountain and small body of water.
The elite district was quiet at this hour, only a few houses lit up and active. It was the perfect time to pull off a kidnapping.
Cerridwen looked to Finn.
”You ready, little buddy? I think we’re going to upgrade our home after this mission,” she whispered to the tiny dragon. Finn puffed up his chest and spat out a small flame from his mouth. Cerridwen stroked his head and put him in her breast pocket.
She assessed the building. A window on the second story was left ajar. It was perfect for her to shimmy through unnoticed. Cerridwen smiles and folded up the lower half of her body. The smoke trailed out behind her as she placed one gloved hand on the brick. She searched for another hand hold, and clawed into that brick with her other hand. Slowly, slowly, carefully, carefully. Cerridwen scaled the building. She made it past the first story, spider crawling up the wall—albeit without legs.
A hand slipped.
“Ah shoot!” Cerridwen panicked and gasped for air. She hung on desperately with her on hand. A brick tumbled to the grass below her. She hissed and scrambled to find purchase on the wall growling and cursing.
Her hand found a lower brick to rest on, and she sat heaving for a moment.
”You alright, Finny?” she whispered to him. He chirped softly. Cerridwen let her head hang and released a breath.
Once again, the shadow woman continued her ascent up to the window. She shimmied up and up and up the wall—finally reaching her destination!
Cerridwen slid through the window and ungracefully landed on the wooden flooring within the house. She froze, the sound went unanswered, and Cerridwen unfolded the lower half of her body. Standing up, she pulled the dagger from her waist and took on a fighting stance. Observing the layout before her.
Tagging: Yngvald, Eliandor Ayzalth
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