A shadow crept across a rooftop. It moved silently, smoothly. Cats weren't this quick. The slim figure slipped down the wall, pitter pattering against the walls on its way down, and in the shadows, snuck through a doorway. The moonlight had seen less than the victims would tonight. All that might have suggested its presence were the small sharp notches in the walls... But this was the Rogue Isles. No one ever stopped to look.
The assignment was simple, and so were her thoughts on the matter. Very little actually travelled through her mind in coherence or even at will. Here was a creature of instinct, and a deadly one.
Quite unlike the men on the job tonight. Goldbrickers. Shiny brass buttons. Shiny jetpacks. Shiny, loud weapons. Little more than well equipped thugs, but presumably, they were also well paid thugs, and well paid thugs usually have something to show for it. They did handle the technology effectively. They wore goggles for the high winds, and earphones to help protect themselves against their own sonic weaponry.
Neither were much use against her. She was blind, and yet inexplicably, she sensed. The prickle of hairs on one's neck, which for milennia had told humanity of natural danger behind them, told her everything. A tingle was a wave for her. It told her everything she needed to know. Two guards, their surprised faces still locked in death, bled quietly in the dark corner of a warehouse corridor.
But they weren't the objective. She could feel it. Him. The voices, the strange sensation that there it was, ahead, up the stairs...
Most of the guards weren't so savvy. They never heard their boss fall.
And when it was done, and her claws were sheathed and she quietly pitter pattered her way out, she felt the completion that here was another job for her master done. Quickly, silently, efficiently... Perhaps not in Arachnos' usual methods, but style was, sometimes, a good thing to mark for respect.
Shivaree waited in a corner for the clouds to cover the city, before melting into the shadows once more, as unnoticed as a gust of wind.
((I've been trying to write a good fanfic for a while, but I always get stumped, because often I'm trying to write origin stories, or something significant. So a friend told me one day just to do a quick, throwaway situation, just to get the creative juices flowing.
So this is my Claws/Ninjitsu Stalker on Liberty, named Shivaree.
A shadow crept across a rooftop. It moved silently, smoothly. Cats weren't this quick. The slim figure slipped down the wall, pitter pattering against the walls on its way down, and in the shadows, snuck through a doorway. The moonlight had seen less than the victims would tonight. All that might have suggested its presence were the small sharp notches in the walls... But this was the Rogue Isles. No one ever stopped to look.
The assignment was simple, and so were her thoughts on the matter. Very little actually travelled through her mind in coherence or even at will. Here was a creature of instinct, and a deadly one.
Quite unlike the men on the job tonight. Goldbrickers. Shiny brass buttons. Shiny jetpacks. Shiny, loud weapons. Little more than well equipped thugs, but presumably, they were also well paid thugs, and well paid thugs usually have something to show for it. They did handle the technology effectively. They wore goggles for the high winds, and earphones to help protect themselves against their own sonic weaponry.
Neither were much use against her. She was blind, and yet inexplicably, she sensed. The prickle of hairs on one's neck, which for milennia had told humanity of natural danger behind them, told her everything. A tingle was a wave for her. It told her everything she needed to know. Two guards, their surprised faces still locked in death, bled quietly in the dark corner of a warehouse corridor.
But they weren't the objective. She could feel it. Him. The voices, the strange sensation that there it was, ahead, up the stairs...
Most of the guards weren't so savvy. They never heard their boss fall.
And when it was done, and her claws were sheathed and she quietly pitter pattered her way out, she felt the completion that here was another job for her master done. Quickly, silently, efficiently... Perhaps not in Arachnos' usual methods, but style was, sometimes, a good thing to mark for respect.
Shivaree waited in a corner for the clouds to cover the city, before melting into the shadows once more, as unnoticed as a gust of wind.
((I've been trying to write a good fanfic for a while, but I always get stumped, because often I'm trying to write origin stories, or something significant. So a friend told me one day just to do a quick, throwaway situation, just to get the creative juices flowing.
So this is my Claws/Ninjitsu Stalker on Liberty, named Shivaree.
Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.))