Thread: Death and All His Children (Church and Shyone)

My Lord, I have been approached by someone in the ranks of the enemy to join the enemy as a spy. I have no intention in following through with these requests, I am just informing you so you will hear it from me and not some low-dweller. The yellow eyes of the spy were cast upon the ground, not daring to look up and meet his masters eyes. It was the sign of an equal, or disrespect and he would not display either towards the man. You will join him tomorrow evening , My Lord? Did I stutter? You will not pass up this opportunity to learn valuable intel into the enemy and report it to me. I will not lose this war and you are good enough to keep them thinking that you fight for their side while giving me heads up to their plans. Now go. You will meet the man and you will make them believe you are on their side. Yes, My Lord. The tall man bowed low until he heard the door open behind him, turning on his heel and exiting the room before the King changed his mind or got into a rage about something else. He wasnt a true king, but he demanded that his followers address him as such and so it was. He liked having his head attached to his shoulders, after all. Infiltration was easy for him. He was known by few and specialized in not being seen, but seeing all. It was had helped him get into this situation to begin with. His own friends knew not who he fought for, and he was better off that way. One of them was actually the man who had found him and told him where he could get some work in the resistance. He had thought it a joke until he was told a pub in some dark alley in the middle of the night where he would be able to find a man. It was all very vague, but he supposed that would be safer for the man, if he brought men with him everyone would know before he got a quarter of the way there and theyd never find him. It was in this manner that he found himself trudging through the soggy rain and mud, looking much less than pleased at being outside in this mess. His pants were stained dark from the water splashing up against him and his shirt a similar color. He couldnt have looked innocent if he tried, a dragon couldnt really look gentle or kind even if he was the kindest man in the city. He was tall and lithe, all muscle without even having to try. No one could possibly know the weapons he had hidden underneath the cloak he wore, all manners of daggers and even a sword. He much preferred a long bow but that, even for him, was difficult to hide and he didnt want to scare this man away with direct orders to speak with him by his king. He moved through the shadows between buildings, passing people in the street without even making them aware of his presence, he was just that quiet. It also helped that he was small for his breed. Much larger than humans, but he was considered a shrimp to others of his kind. Not that he minded. It made it much easier for him to move without being discovered. He tried to keep himself completely covered, since he was mostly white with his underside being a grayish color. He could see the sign now, ducking inside the building and locating the exits and how many were in the room without hardly moving his head. He moved towards the darkest part of the room, and the table that he had been directed to. Someone was already seated, shrouded in darkness. He rolled his eyes a bit. He hated the theatrics. What was wrong with sitting out in the open and just talking to someone. Oh yeah, you could get killed just for discussing going against the king. His eyes searched the dark, thankfully his eyes were better than most and the dark didnt hinder him all that much. His head turned minutely when a woman approached the table, her breasts clear through the shirt and half hanging out of it. Ill have a pint he said, looking over her body appreciatively the way she clearly wanted before turning back to the person seating across from him. He didnt even open his mouth until the drink came to him, gulping half of it before really acknowledging the other. So, how may I be of service? he asked. He knew he would have been described as a for hire kind of guy and he was willing to play on that. He didnt know how much he knew about him and he was not going to give him more information than he really wanted to. He preferred having a few tricks up his sleeve. Right now all he could tell was that he wanted to fuck him. He hadnt gotten any in a while and if this didnt work out he could get something out of him. Even if it wasnt what he had planned on to start with. He couldnt get a good smell off of him though. He was usually pretty good about that but there was just too much going on in the pub. The smell of beer, sweat, desire, and frustration filled his nostrils and it was almost overpowering to someone with such a sensitive nose. Then there was also the smell of the woman, the only one, at least he thought. She smelled considerably better than the rest but it still wasnt pleasant. God, why did he even agree to come out here? Thats right, he didnt. He was an idiot. He shouldnt have mentioned anything, then he couldve been at home where things actually smelled decent and tasted good. Might as well make the best of whatever was going down here, though. It had already happened and if he went back empty-handed hed be hearing about it. He might even have to go into hiding depending on how the king was feeling when he approached him. Damn him. Everything had already gotten worse under his rule, now he was actually afraid to approach him and he didnt even have to do it yet. He shifted in his seat just to make sure he still had his manhood and he hadnt lost it coming over here.