[The Great Bazaar] A Herd of Humans (Open)

[Sabrinaa]

Sabrina wildly nodded her head, pretending to agree with every last thing he said. "Of course, I'll do whatever you want!" she said, trying to sound relieved. I should get an award or something... she thought, biting her lip in order to conceal a little smile.

"But if you run, I'll hunt you down and kill you."

She tried to keep her face as sad and innocent as possible, but this damn Symenestra was getting on her nerves. Little acts of violence towards him stirred in her mind. He looked almost as fragile as the woman earlier with his disgusting boniness and pale complexion. "Thank you, mister! Thank you for sparing my life!" she said as he was about to leave the room. But suddenly, the door barged straight open, making a loud noise, and a glint of silver shone in the light. She heard metal clatter on the ground, then saw the knife very shortly after that. What in the...

She watched the man as he picked it up from the ground and tucked it in his cloak, not even looking like he was even a smidgen concerned. She, however, quickly took off her backpack and searched for the cool metal that would be her dagger. She pulled it out and put her pack back on, grabbing her other two bags filled with her belongings and stuffed them under her arms, careful not to make that much of a ruckus. She waited until she could no longer see the man from both directions of the hallway, and swiftly made her way towards the downstairs. She needed to get out of here, and fast.

She kept her dagger more hidden as she walked outside, securing her bags on her horse. She was just about to throw her leg over the horse when her stomach made a long and loud grumble, signaling that it was time to eat. "Ugh, shoot!" she said to herself, even more annoyed. She checked her bag, disorganizing all her things, and noticed that she only had a weeks worth of food. She didn't know when the next time she'd be in a town again and didn't want to waste anymore food than she had to.

She checked both ways of her sight for any guards and quickly grabbed her dagger from her bag again, shoving it in her boot. "Hold tight, I'll be right back." she said to the horse, patting it on her neck.

She wiped the rest of the blood and tears from her face with her sleeve, then rolled them up to her elbows so none of it would show. She started fast walking, watching everything that was going on around her as she headed for the Bazaar.

[Asara Willow]

They are both leaving the room. The voice edged into Asara's thoughts. Asara sighed and chose a name for that voice. She was getting tired of listening to something she couldn't identify. The name she'd choose would be Sitana. A good pure-blood female name. Loveley. Follow. Absolutely LOVELY.

Asara obeyed though, even with bitter thoughts, choosing her known enemy over the male. She followed her to the horse, crawling along the roof top. The sun was almost completely set, and soon Asara would have an even greater advantage over the human wench. To her surprise, after getting on the horse, the human immediately got off and went blundering back to the Bazaar with a word to her horse to wait. Perfect.

Asara made her way down the solid wall and approached the horse, using the same technique to keep the beast calm and reasonable that she'd used on Zafkil when they met. Her ribs protested even more fiercely, pain stabbed her head and caused spots to erupt behind her eyes. Even so, she thought about how stupid the human was to leave her horse undefended.

With a softly spoken Symenos whisper, Asara took the leads on the horse and gently led the beast to somewhere secluded, making sure to exude only peace. It was difficult to do so when plagued by pain and thoughts of food, but Asara did fairly well. The horse followed willingly.

In the darkness of an alley, Asara stripped the horse of her saddle and gear, placing the human's belongings down with the items, then she continued to lead the horse. She had to employ all her persuasive techniques to lure the behemoth to follow, but it did, if only in curiousity. It's attitude showed how much it wanted to return to its human, but Asara convinced it to follow her, to meet her horse. She had no such plan to show Zafkil this beast. She would ruin the human's chances of leaving Syliras until another horse could be bought, for sure, but she was hungry and this horse would find it's way back to its mistress if Asara let it go for a moment.

Horseflesh... Great. Just peachy. Sitana hissed.

[Sabrinaa]

Sabrina quickly made her way to the Bazaar, picking out a couple of apples for her horse and a loaf of bread for herself. She also picked up another blouse for her to change into later, slinging it over her shoulder and balancing her items in her arms.

She fast walked again to the inn, eager to get out of town. She sighed and rapidly blinked her eyes in exasperation. She'd been through a lot today, and was ready to let the horse do the work for awhile. The inn was now in sight she noticed, but the horse was no where to be found. She started walking faster, a little paranoid as she still didn't see the horse as she got closer. "Magenta?" she said, calling the horse's name. A couple seconds passed and the she still didn't appear. "Magenta?!" she said louder. "Magenta, where are you?!"

Her heart started to beat faster as she started into a jog, looking for Magenta. She extended her neck, looking all around the outside of the inn. "MAGENTA!" she yelled. Really? She had to disappear now? she thought to herself. She'd had that horse since she was 14 and she had never done this before. "Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen a horse anywhere?" She asked as she approached an older woman. "She's gray, tall, has a long dark mane..." The old woman's face lit up as Sabrina described Magenta. "Ahh, yes dearie... I think a young lady was leading it through that alley over there." she said, pointing to a darkened alley. A young lady? she thought, her eyebrows scrunching up. "Alright, thanks."

She continued to balance the things in her arms as she quickly headed towards the alleyway. She slowed down though as she stepped into the darkness. "Magenta? Magenta, come." Still, she didn't come. She kept walking slowly and aburptly tripped over something, but she couldn't tell what it was in the darkness. She extended her hand towards it and felt... leather. Soft leather and a... a saddle? My saddle, my bags! She quickly stood up and started sprinting to the end of the alley. "Magenta! Magenta!!"

Suddenly, she stopped in her place, her face filled with horror. "Ma-Magenta?" she whispered. She was met by the filthy Symenestra girl munching on the horse, intestines strewn everywhere and blood puddling on the ground. "You FILTHY PIECE OF S***!" she cursed. Sabrina was now boiling with rage. Nothing could stop her from hurting the Symenestra now. She took it too far.

She grabbed one of the apples from her arms and put her arm back, chucking it right towards the the head of the Symenestra. She kept doing this until she was all out of apples, hoping one of them sent a nice blow to the body. She started walking towards the woman, a look of pure evil on her face. " You shouldn't have done that, you b****."

[Asara Willow]

Asara had felled the beast with a bite to the hollow at the base of its skull, her venom much more potent out of hunger and irritation. Blood welled up instantly and the horse had bucked and stepped away, the pain brief before the numbing effect of the venom took over. The horse collapsed, and it barely made a noise as Asara's potent injection invaded the brain first. She'd taken that place as the best possibility to kill the horse silently.

The Symenestra knelt next to the horse as it twitched in death and sliced it open. She knew the human would return eventually, and would go on a hunt for her horse. Too bad, so sad. Asara had to agree with Sitana

Suddenly, in the middle of eating for the first time in two days, an outraged scream shattered the morbid silence of the cool evening. Asara looked up in time to see an apple flying at her face. She shifted aside, the apple striking her shoulder and dislocating, cracking, her brittle bone immediately aching. Was it broken? Asara hoped not. Either way, she couldn't use it. It hurt too much.

She hissed, fear showing for the first time even as darkness settled, the twilight of sunset fading into the cool evening of Leth and Zintila. Asara's pupils widened, collecting every bit of light and painting a clear picture. She hunkered down against the horse until the woman had exhausted her store of apples, and considered a reasonable escape.

She drew one of her remaining daggers, ready to stab anything that came close, and hissed to herself at the pain of her gimp arm.

[Sabrinaa]

Sabrina's face twisted into and evil smile as she heard the satisfying crunch of the Symenestra's bone. "Ahh, did you hurt yourself, little one?" she asked, her nose flaring with anger. She bent down as she walked towards the woman and swiftly pulled the concealed dagger from her boot. "Well lets see how much more damage we can cause to your little body, shall we?" she asked, her eyes boring straight into the woman's golden eyes.

She slowly approached her, trying to gather as much fear and intimidation she could into the Symenestra's mind. She cocked her head to the side and ran her finger up the daggers cool metal body, stopping her index finger on the tip and pushing it down, making her draw some of her own blood. "Would you like some?" she asked extending her hand, making a small stream of blood drip to the ground. "Well... too bad you stupid, pathetic, abomination of a species." she said, her sweet voice not matching her disfigured features. She quickly swiped in the direction of the Symenestra. She hoped to graze her skin or tear a piece of clothing.

She smiled wickedly as she did this. She was just getting started on the poor, poor girl.

[Asara Willow]

Asara felt only angry amusement at the intimidation attempt. Really, all this human needed was her size and a good pair of boots and she could make any Symenestra uneasy. What would be a good insult for a human female? The thought was discarded to join so many others as she gave a defensive hiss and showed her fangs. This was the only time she regretted filing down her claws. Her most obvious natural weapon, gone, in a fit of pique caused by the desire to fit into a population bent on destroying her and whatever scraps of her mind remained.

Now, Asara's eyes narrowed, and they glowed with her hate and resentment for a race she unwittingly found herself shoved amongst. She so despised this blundering group of awkward sentient beings. They had no consideration for the smaller races.

Asara jerked back at the touch of the woman's blade, feeling a slash of fire where it had bit her pale skin, and slashed instinctively with her own, aiming for the offending hand gripping the sharp blade. She heard more than felt the lush tearing of bared skin and smiled viciously. Her fangs had returned. Her venom, if necessary, would not kill the human. Asara had just fed and it was weak. No, it would cause her physical pain to couple with the mental pain she had to be feeling if she loved her 'Magenta' so dearly.

When the human withdrew after the cut, Asara remained against the horse's still warm body. She couldn't move much, even if she'd wanted to. If the human came at her, she'd use whatever abilities she bore. Venom, claws, djed, whatever worked. This human would not crush out her life, she would not snuff it out like a candle.

If possible, Asara would take down the human... With a cold smile, showing her fangs, Asara finally spoke again. Not to mutter a real insult, for she would never stoop so low, even if it were to a human, but to say something she hoped would bother the human enough to make her angry enough to stop any and all rational thought. If any existed.

"Come on, human. Come closer so I can scar that face for you."

[Sabrinaa]

Sabrina felt the stinging tearing of her skin, but was too high off of adrenaline to notice the pain. She held onto the dagger just as tightly as before, making sure it wouldn't slip out. She quickly exhaled, frustrated that the Symenestra even landed a blow on her. Whatever... she's weak. You can take her out quick. she thought, giving herself a little pep talk. She stared at the woman's pale, fair skin at the neck and grinned. I'm going to kill her. she thought with a wicked grin. But just as quickly as she was looking at the neck, she took notice of the blade. She needed to disarm the woman before she could do anymore damage to herself.

"Come on, human. Come closer so I can scar that face for you."

She focused her eyes on the woman, her breathing starting to get heavy again. She quickly picked up a stray apple from the ground and threw it at the woman's good arm, hoping to break that arm too. While she hoped the Symenestra was too busy trying to dodge the apple, she ran up to her, and swiped hard at the hand holding the dagger, then quickly backed away, hoping the Symenestra couldn't do any damage to her.

[Asara Willow]

Res swirled in Asara's body, rising to her summons and ready to be expelled. She may not have had much experience with the magic, with what she'd learned came from Djed, but she hoped it would do well enough to frighten the human away.

She moved as the human stooped to pick up the apple, drawing whatever bittersweet venom she could summon up, and spat at the human's face. She didn't know if it would eat into her bloodstream, but she hoped it would distract the human enough without the last resort of draining her own energy. But a flare of pain on her hand told her the human had cut her. A hiss passed her lips and she tightened her already painful grip on the little blade. She acted instinctively next, rage spurring her into the offensive, even if it killed her.

She lunged for the woman, all her wounds and injuries flaring up in pain and causing the fire of rage to burn all the more fiercely. She kicked out at her legs, jostling her own with the contact, and stabbed at the nearest limb she could. She hurt so much, at every movement, but she didn't need much of a break in the woman's attention to get to safely and find Dhalvasha. Why she already felt so dependent on the surgeon, she didn't know, and she didn't have time to ponder it.

[Sabrinaa]

Sabrina's eyes widened as she witnessed the Symenestra summon her magic, a letting a twinge of fear show in her face. It did not last long, though, as she kept watching, the woman not expelling any of her magic. "Ha! You probably can't even control it!" she mocked, her face turning into a sly smile. She shook her head and, "tsked" at her. "Now, you really shouldn't do that without-"

She screamed at the sting of the venom-laced saliva, temporarily stunned from the shock. "Ugh, disgusting!" she shrieked, trying to wipe her face on her shirt as quickly as possible. She was just about to untuck the blouse when she felt a excruciating pain run throughout her thigh, along with gushing blood draining down her leg. She screamed- No, she shouted bloody murder at the top of her lungs, anyone within a 50 yard radius being able to hear it. The knights would be here in no time flat now with something that loud.

She collapsed on the ground, clutching at her leg, tears streaming down her face. She could care less about the dumb Symenestra now; she was just a huge waste of her time. Of course, she wouldn't have a hard time pointing in the direction she went when the guards arrived. But really, the only thing she was worried about was not bleeding out from the stab wound.

Only a few moments later, the clanking noises of the guards fast approached, shouting commands at one another. "Guards! She's trying to kill me, and casting magic!" she yelled between sobs. She then fell on her side, still clutching at her thigh as the guards quickly went for the Symenestra.

[Asara Willow]

Asara felt a surge of hate at the mocking lilt to the human's voice. As if a human with no talent could hope to do what a Symenestra could not. She almost hissed this out when the human screamed at the top of her lungs. How was it even possible to make such a sound?!

The thought fled at the first sound of approaching knights, and Asara very nearly killed the l for setting them on her again. She dismissed it, though, knowing she'd seal her execution by wasting her time on a human wench. She bolted as fast as she could, her anger and adrenaline giving her the ability to ignore the pain.

Unfortunately, with her injured arm, she couldn't escape the same way she had the first t She doubted she really could get away, looking the way she did. Any bystander would know she'd done something to warrant her wounds and injuries.

The Symenestra skid into the darkest alley she could find, planning to stick to where humans were at a disadvantage. Pain constantly fogged her vision and she knew she needed a place to hide, now that she'd gotten away from the knights. She didn't bother to see if she was leaving a blood trail, for the darkness should swallow anything...

There was a decent hiding place! Asara's gold eyes honed in on a late-night fruit stand. It would close soon, now that Syna had set and Leth had risen with his grin, but it would suffice. Asara had learned well from the human.

With that thought she ducked under it and curled up as deeply as she could, not caring the amount of pain it brought her. She had no intention to leave here ever again if the knights found her. She'd probably be unable to move even if they didn't... Either way, she could probably die there. Her prayers went out to Leth, to Zintila, to any deity who had saved her before, the first time she'd been so greivously injured... She wished to be saved, she had to be saved.

Someone would find her.

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