Thread: Caught [Me x  Sapphire Vixen]

The rain was heavy outside, turning the gutters to living rivers and robes into heavy baggage. Yet two hodded figures, made their way through this heavy rain, their heavy leather boots clashing through puddles. Their brown roes was turned dark by the heavy amounts of water, yet their shaded faces, showed no discontent. They had their duties, rain wouldn't interupt their intent. One walked to push open a large wooden door, to head through a long hallway, beset with expensive statues and art from many corners of the world. The house served as a Headquarter to a new up-and-coming thieves guild of this magnificent city, and they had no intent of hiding their spoils and success. The hooded figures reached a courtyard, the dust in the middle, turned to thick mud, caused by the rain that punished it. The two men crossed over the courtyard, ignoring their rain to arive at their destination faster. And finally they arrived at the door they had searched, opening it, as they removed their hoods. One had olden features, showing a man far above the age of forty, the other with young features, resembling a teen. Their eyes was now focused on a man across the room, dressed in a white, battle practical leather attire. Master Tarantula. The elder man said, as they both bowed simultaneously. The man across the room, slowly turned his head, showing off the spider tattoo on the left side of his young face. The man wouldn't fit the description of a leader, nor would his figure. He was far too young for such a profession, yet his skills had gained him the respect he deserved, bringing him swiftly through the ranks. That is how 'Shadow Tarantula' worked. And the day another should overpower Jebediah, he would resign with dignity, to give the rank as 'Master Tarantula', with no resistance. Jebediah rose his right hand, pulling the leather glove tightly upon it, as his eyes returned to the alter before him. Is she on her way? Have you sent the messenger? He asked, with a dark voice, as his fingers stroked over the spear upon the alter. The bowing men both rose again, placing their hands on their backs. Yes, Master. She has been informed, she is to raise in rank. Become a Tarantula. The elderly, again, answered. He then took a step forward, bowing his head slightly. Yet if you do not mind me asking. Why are you giving her this luxury? Why did you not merely send an assassin, and have it done with? The man asked. A deep, short chuckle escaped Jebediahs lips, as his fingers wrapped around the short spear, lifting it from the alter, as he slowly spun around, his dark blue eyes focusing on the man who had spoken, a few blond locks of his hair, staining his right eye. And give the bitch a chance to kill the Assassin, and run away? I think not, Barduk. You hone great strength, but your wit is minimal. I shall take her myself. Let her realize who she betrayed, before I cut her throat. He sneered, his upper lip shaking slightly with a growling noise. Barduk bowed in agreenment. If.. I even chose to do so... Jebediah ended, grinning. Barduk rose a brow, to look back at his Master. Jebediah waved his hand towards the door, as he turned again, placeing the short spear on his back. Leave. Meet her, and the messenger at the front door. Bring her here. He said, his eyes focusing on the alter before him, a skillfully crafted adornment of a large Tarantula engraved upon it. Yes Master. Barduk said, before turning, leading the teen with him, out of the room, closeing the door behind them, to head for the front door, awaiting the messenger, and the spy.