Curiosity killed the cat... avarice killed the witch?
I hoped this would not be true.
Trying not to be suspicious, I raised my hands above my head, playing the surprised thief, feeling several of the oh-so sharp arrows pointing my way, the malice and bloodlust of the men behind them wafting over to me along the projectiles' future course. The glitter of the gold might catch their attention for the blink of an eye I needed. Moving my right foot to form a minor Anor sigil, I evaporated a little of my body moisture, exhaling a cloud of steam through my belly-mouth. Though it pained me greatly, I left a shard of life-force bhind, to give the clod a semblance of me, perhaps for a few seconds, as again I darted into the safe shadows of the jeweller's store.
Cat and mouse play you want? Cat and mouse play we will.
The harlequin mask on my palm was suffused with blood again, crimson rivulets traced along my skin - though the pain was almost exquisite. I felt it surge, throb, pulsate, with a longing, almost intent. So be it. I let it flow, let it fly, let it run, and released the leash.
With the same blood, I touched my chakras, the last drop left floating above my head, and through its leverage, I adjusted the others...
Cat and mouse indeed.
I reached deep - into a well we all have, yet most are unaware, blissfully so, for it is primordial, feral and might shatter out self-delusions of civilization and manner, of reason.
Deep within the heart rests the passion, the beast - it is this well that fuels our primal instincts, it is this well that wolves and vampires drink from during the hunt, it is this well that sustains a killer's rampage, that allows a mother to break a warrior's neck when defending her children.
What else were these mercenaries to me? Mine. Kill me if you dare, but do not a much as raise your voice against them.
And my balance shifted.
Let yourself go, Sharee...
Magic flows with emotion, and mirrors the mental state of the wizard.
I let it so so, flow into my limbs and chest, spiral around my fingers and flow into my teeth through their roots, infuse me, and bring further pain, and change.
With the sound of cracking bones and bubbling flesh, my fingers sprouted talons wicked, and fangs burst from my gums. A shroud of black fur cloaked my features, the hair becoming a true mane, while a beast's fury flowed through my veins, and rippled though my muscles.
The world was filed with perceptions strange yet natural, mostly the scent of ... prey.
Up the stairs I charged, towards the hatch that would lead me to the roofs.
Cat and mouse. Yes, I like the sound of this.
Moisture flowed from the wet walls, a damp cloud to conceal my advance. I felt the harlequin sing to it its alluring siren song, the mist becoming thick and opaque.
Then, I was outside. The prey so close.
Fangs bared, claws ready tu bury in its flesh, I leapt.