Thread: Assassin's Prophecy (Moon Struck Fox & I)

there was no doubt about it. the feeling that she was feeling was annoyance! she had been stalking this bastard for two and a half weeks now! somehow, the little prick kept getting away from her, and he wouldn't sit still, he just kept on running! she'd been without food for almost four days now, not that she couldn't handle a little stomach grumble, but it was a luxury that she enjoyed, being able to sit down and enjoy a meal. she was slowly catching up to him, this she knew, she could smell his fear even with her weak human nose. her grip tightened on the Spear that she was holding, the golden tip was gleaming with it's so very fine sharp edge. she would make him suffer for making her walk all over hell for this, and then she would go back to her bosses and make THEM suffer for sending her on this damn mission! Her name was Rin , or at least, that's what she'd always been called. she had no real name, because she'd never had any parents. the people who had raised her, had no idea where she'd come from, she'd just appeared one day, in the middle of a blizzard, just born with the cord still attached, laying nude in the snow on one of their doorsteps. The Hunters had raised her to be completely free of morals, taught her to enjoy killing, taught her how to disable a man with a single glance, and use her body to make herself seam harmless. they taught her everything she needed to know, and she had loved every minute of it. there was nothing that she loved more, than to see her Scythe, or her spear slicing through flesh and skin, the red of blood sinking into the ground as her prey gurgled and died... but this bastard was denying her that pleasure, he just wouldn't stop running! but she had a lifetime of training, he could never outrun her, never. she tossed her long, ebony black hair behind her shoulder, and studied the village she had come across. he wasn't in the Village, she knew that, the footsteps she was following did not lead that way. she was very thankful for the yard rain that had turned the dusty ground into hard packed mud for her to easily follow him. he was in the Mill, she knew that in an instant. she settled onto a rock to regain her breath and pulled out a rock, gripping her spear she sharpened it until the sharp edges shined, and a single touch of her finger drew beads of blood. she would make him suffer for making her follow him all across the damn kingdom. he was a danger, and he needed to be dealt with, as she sat and sharpened, she wondered how best to go about slaughtering her prey... she couldn't go inside, he might not actually be in there, he might set the place ablaze if she went in... she stood instead, and studied the place before nodding. You Cannot Run forever Fire Starter! she had called him that ever since she had started hunting him, and this wasn't the first time she'd called out to him. she had done so three times, each promising him a swift death if he just stopped running and let her have him. You cannot escape me, i am stronger than you, i can go without food longer, i can go without water longer! how weak are you now, Fire Starter? Four days without food? you must be terribly exaughsted. how much longer do you think you can run? she asked, advancing slowly on the Mill, her eyes narrowed as she gripped her spear tightly. Come out, Fire Starter, and meet your death like a man!