Post by Chaslin on Dec 29, 2007 23:08:14 GMT -5
S'Jhavir moved through the shadow bathed streets of Skingrad, his dark Shrouded Armour blending in perfectly with the night. The Khajiit stepped quietly across its paved path and hugged the wall of a massive manor. He waited patiently, shivering at the cold wind sweeping through the street. It was a cloudy night, and the full moon's light was hidden from the world, and the stars were only a dull glow. The only light came from the street lamps, which flickered weakly against the eternal darkness of Sithis. S'Jhavir always felt poetic when he was about to kill someone, somehow death was a beauty in itself.
The assassin crouched into an alleyway, examing the manor across the street. Beau de Tolette lived in that manor, and as expected, he walked out of the second-floor door and stood at the balcony, as if waiting for someone. S'Jhavir smiled to himself as he wondered over the foolishness of humans, before he began to scale the wall of the alley. In a few minutes, he had left the alleyway and sat on top of a building about the same size as the manor, likely a Inn or something. The Khajiit grabbed a nearby stone and threw it to the road and a loud thunk greeted him. Beau looked over and took his eyes from the road in front of him and more importantly, the building were S'Jhavir was. The assassin acted quickly, leaping from his building and flying over the pavement below. But he didn't have enough momentum, he wouldn't land.
As he fell, S'Jhavir's claws found the surface of the balcony and gripped it. The Khajiit grinned again and lifted himself up, quickly retreating into the shadows. Beau finally cried out a greeting to a man below him that S'Jhavir couldn't recognize, but they exchanged words of love and the like. Two queer men talking about their love, bah! S'Jhavir moved swiftly forward behind Beau. He was a Breton, and not small, but he stood unbalanced at the fence of the balcony. S'Jhavir grabbed both his feet and lifted him over the fence. Beau let out a chilling scream as he fell with a satisfying crack on the gravel. His lover, Hayden Drandus, cried out and started sobbing fericiously. S'Jhavir couldn't help laughing before he jumped away, into the darkness of the night. M'aiq would be pleased.
The assassin crouched into an alleyway, examing the manor across the street. Beau de Tolette lived in that manor, and as expected, he walked out of the second-floor door and stood at the balcony, as if waiting for someone. S'Jhavir smiled to himself as he wondered over the foolishness of humans, before he began to scale the wall of the alley. In a few minutes, he had left the alleyway and sat on top of a building about the same size as the manor, likely a Inn or something. The Khajiit grabbed a nearby stone and threw it to the road and a loud thunk greeted him. Beau looked over and took his eyes from the road in front of him and more importantly, the building were S'Jhavir was. The assassin acted quickly, leaping from his building and flying over the pavement below. But he didn't have enough momentum, he wouldn't land.
As he fell, S'Jhavir's claws found the surface of the balcony and gripped it. The Khajiit grinned again and lifted himself up, quickly retreating into the shadows. Beau finally cried out a greeting to a man below him that S'Jhavir couldn't recognize, but they exchanged words of love and the like. Two queer men talking about their love, bah! S'Jhavir moved swiftly forward behind Beau. He was a Breton, and not small, but he stood unbalanced at the fence of the balcony. S'Jhavir grabbed both his feet and lifted him over the fence. Beau let out a chilling scream as he fell with a satisfying crack on the gravel. His lover, Hayden Drandus, cried out and started sobbing fericiously. S'Jhavir couldn't help laughing before he jumped away, into the darkness of the night. M'aiq would be pleased.