Svarin Noimare
What A Lovely Day
Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the otherwise dark sky. Thunder followed, a cry shattering the silence, like the planet yelling out in pain. Then the sky shed its tears, letting its waters cascade down and flood the streets. In mere moments the city became soaked. Concrete grounds went from grey to brown as the liquid seeped into it. Citizens started rushing, trying to get indoors as quickly as possible. Or at least all but two did. The duo kept walking at their current pace, ignoring the torrent of rain crashing down upon them.
One followed the other, eyes narrowed into thin slits, filled with rage. Meanwhile the other moved slowly, oblivious to his follower. Another flash of lightning became visible, hitting a nearby power conduit. The explosion knocked a few people over, likely severely injuring them. Both the girl and her soon to be victim went unhurt... but the power in the area was shut off, and all went dark. Screams were heard as frightened onlookers lost their cool, while others rushed forward to help those hit by the blow. While they cried Svarin smirked. There was beauty in darkness.
For one, it made it easier to kill.
Steel tipped boots hit the ground angrily, sloshing the gathering water. Whoever the man was, he was pissed. Perhaps at the rain. Perhaps at the slave he brutally murdered three blocks back. Whatever the reason, it mattered not. By the end of the night his corpse would be lying in a pool of his own blood, his body full of stab wounds and covered in cuts. Rin vowed to be the cause of his demise. The man could walk a thousand miles and her blade would still end up in his throat. They did not know each other. That didn't even come up in the echani girl's thoughts.
Svarin had watched him kill a slave. So she placed him on her to kill list. It was that simple, as it had always been. Usually the girl wasn't violent. Instead she was calm, observing a cruel world with indifferent opinions. But inside her she harbored much hate, mostly for those that had mistreated her in the past. Once a slave, always a slave. Though she was no longer bound to that life, no longer beaten and abused, the memories lingered. The hate grew with each act she witnessed. And now that the force was under her command (if only partially), she had made it her goal to eradicate those who had wronged her.
In her mind, the act of hurting one slave was close to hurting all others. Which meant that the man had injured part of her with his deeds. That warranted death, a slow and painful one.
"You made a mistake fool. Now perish." Rin's voice was different. It was filled with anger, almost shaking with how much she wanted to kill the man. Raising her right hand she unleashed the force, throwing him against the wall. No one was close anymore. No one would witness the fight. Well, murder. The man was barely able to fight back. Svarin had ran up to him as he slumped to the ground. In another second her sword was out and placed at his throat. Apologies and threats were muttered out as the male begged for salvation.
It would not come. A vibro-knife was pulled out, held tightly in her left hand. Agitation fueled her as she begin to torture the man, cutting at him slowly. When they were both soaked with his blood she relented and stopped. Now was the time for him to die. Four stabs were made, one into each limb, then another five to the chest. Then a quick movement was made, and his throat was effectively slit. Finally he was still, his muscles no longer twitching.
Her job done, the echani stood up and prepared to return to her apartment.
@[member="Kára Morrigan"]
