Thread: Do My Bidding (I and Karo)

Gavine watched the flighted demon take off with a grace she would never admit her having. No jealousy lined her thoughts. Honestly she found such wings to be a hindrance in a fight and simply, in general. One could not sleep on their back comfortably nor could they fit through smaller cracks with the things folded. No, Gavine had long found pride in her life upon the surface suffice enough. She sent for an extra agent mount to town and stable boy brought back a vicious creature that snarled and snapped. It was feline in nature but stood like a horse. She spit in its mouth and whispered at it lovingly, You are mine. Instantly it stood upright and cooperated. a blank stare reaching its wild eyes. She climbed atop its saddle swiftly and road at a generous pace down the hill to the Lower Valley, considering where the tear could be and just what precautions were used to keep it away from the public. Though The General was an imposing force there were still those who tested their luck. Gavine came to center of time, watching Tiferet circle about like a falcon stalking. She shook her head, as if that was how one found things that could be of any location. The Silver Blood dismounted and grabbed the reigns as she scoured alleys, pits, and left the rooftops to the bird girl. After some time of not finding it she considered a desperate place it could be. The Silver blood whispered into her mount's ear and smacked its rear, having commanded it to return to the stables. She took in a deep breath and knocked in the first door she came to. I am here on The General's command. If he has left something in your charge I will see it in my possession lest you suffer the consequences! The occupants stood dumbfounded by the mention of the infamous General. Gavine took the opportunity trash the drab home until she was satisfied. With no reward she left, spitting on the ground where an acidic steam floated upward. She continued this until one particularly terrible little shack caught her eye. She knew this quarter was poor but this appeared built more crudely than normal, just carelessly tossed together. Like everything The General planned. She phages passed the ripped rag that acted as the door and saw two things. First was Crazy Man Moore. He was an ancient old demon that had as much power as he had wits. He seemed frightened to stand next to the second thing, a literal rip in the air. Foreign sounds emitted out of, some similar to an annoying honking. Gavine eyed Crazy Man Moore suspiciously. No, not seen am I! He struggled to hide behind his splintered cane. He holed me up here with the sounds! I give and you go, see? He pointed towards a pile beside, Gavine. There was a pair of each item, intended for two people to pick from. Two illusion charms, enchanted items, and elaborate daggers, no doubt enchanted as well. She smirked and considered getting a head start but was unsure of the consequences. What if humans were great mages? Masters of science? Protected by blessed creatures of the light? What if they were allergic to sunlight? No, it safer to send Tiferet through first. She tossed her head to the side and whistled loudly and no more. Let her figure out what the whistle was about.