Thread: Bronze age: Killer and a Wolf |Lagertha x DaL|

No love. No hate. No fear. Eik had been dabbling on the edge of death her whole life. Watching the life distinguish in someone's eyes every time she took it from them. Maybe, Eik herself wanted death, or perhaps she knew in a way that everything was permitted on this plane. After all, how many times had the seers spat in her face telling her that death was only the beginning. She wondered what it was like? Painful? Scary? Every second counted right? She had been on eighteen when she exhaled and her eyes danced on the man's face. He looked oddly similar to the man who had issued his death. Family issues. How many times she had killed for that? It was always funny, when the men hired her to take out the others and thought this issued no blood on their hands. However, somehow Eik always ended up where she started killing the person who had first issued the orders to begin with. Perhaps it was her own twisted vendettawanting to get rid of those higher up who thought they were untouchable. Or more likely she just liked the chaos it created when one of the wealthy was gone and the others tried to scramble to find out who had done it. Though, none of them ever tried to question Eik for fear of her. There was something more about this man under her. She could tell he wasn't frightened. No. Instead he looked as numb as Eik did when she had tried going over a week without killing numb, distraught, ready to end it all. How tired this poor son of a bitch must have been. No doubt he had others come for his life but none as brutal as Eik. Or perhaps there was other killers as brutal as her. She had met a fair many in her days under the Silent Men, her assassins guild. Hell a few many had tried to fuck her over only to lose a limp...or two. Nineteen. Eik started to inhale again. She knew she needed to start counting, but she knew this man wanted his own death. He was only moving by memory now, and at any moment he would give way and let her finish what she came here to do. Twenty. She could hear something disturbing behind her gurgling sounds almost, breaking bones. Normal people might turn around to look, to see what the noises were, but Eik's eyes only focused on her victim. Twenty-one. A crooked smile crept on her face the closer the dagger got, aiming for his heart as she dodged his knife. Twenty-two. The man hit her on the cheek, making her flinch as he cut her, he managed to move the dagger to his face, between his eyes. Twenty-Three. She exhaled as the ground shook, her lips pursing as she raised a brow. Twenty-four. As she inhaled again, her head jerked to see what all the commotion was, distracted by the sounds finally. Off guard, she tried to jerk head back to the victim as the air broke around her. What the hell was causing such a force? Twenty-five came. Her body stiffened, she tried to jerk the dagger down the finally inch, but something large caught her. Everything. Sped up. Eik's head jerked as the furry hand gripped both hers, and squeezed. Her lips parted in a howl, pain surged through her as her fingers snapped and broke rendering them useless. Why? What? The man below her had given up on his life, but his friends had become angry enough to want to end her before she could take another life. What was more, was the fact she had never seen a hand such as this before, and it easily lifted her up off the man and flung her around. Eik collided with the floor, the counter, a table, before she was flung back on the ground. Her cheek pressed against the wood, blood gushed out of her broken lips and nose. Her hands were crippled, and her eyes blinked as her head spun. Still, one side of her nose worked enough to let Eik inhale. Blood caked her white hair, a bone or two stuck out of her hands as she finally made contact with what had attacked her. Her daggers were scattered on the ground, too far to reach for. She winced as the thing roared, making her ears pop and ring as she closed her eyes. Opening them again she saw the creature, it's glowing yellow eyes staring at her. Her brows furrowed, confused. When had a dog entered the house? What the hell kind of beast was that? They set me up. Eik was certain of that now. She scrambled, trying to sit up. Nlood poured out of her left ear, and she knew she couldn't move. In all the confusion, Eik had not realized the beast had whacked at her body, breaking some of her ribs. She growled, in pain and frustration. She did not want to close her eyes, she knew death would ensue, but she knew no matter what she was probably dead anyways. She pressed her bloody hands into the ground to try to sit up, clenching teeth as she grimaced at the beast. Her hands snapped and broke further, numbly throbbing as her eyes shook. Eik spat out blood, hitting the beast on it's face, though some of her blood was already on it's fur. It's eyes never left hers, angry as she was as she tried to stand up, she fell back down. One of her ankles twisted from him banging her around. Fuck. You. Eik spat as she tried to reach for her hair. Her hands hurt and ached, twisting as best they could to grab another knife. Really she could only use two fingers on her left hand, and she gripped them. Pulling out the knife, Eik exhaled. She was too far to attack the beast without throwing a knife. Too far to kill her victim without most likely missing. She could not place where the second male was, or the first, but Eik knew she wasn't going to let this beast torture her to death. She held the knife to her throat, grinning. If she had to die, at least she'd do it herself. Time to know what death felt like.