Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 3:39:08 GMT -5
It felt like ages since he was last in a city.
Zolm, an ex-hassansin on the run, had gone into hiding for a long time. He had escaped the clutches of his fellow cult members thanks to the help of a night elf named Cia. Unfortunately, he did not like her. At all. And therefore he needed to be away from her. Why they decided to be traveling companions, Zolm was not entirely sure. Perhaps it was because he knew that on his own, he was a dead man.
It only figure that the moment he set foot into Spirit, an hassansin had briefly caught him off guard. It only took a moment for Zolm's familiars to act; Cray flew into the hassansin's face, clawing at her chest pecking at her face. The vulture managed to rip an eye out before the cultist had swatted her out of the way. By that time, Zolm already had his whips out and ready.
But that wasn't the best part.
Surprisingly enough, the one hassasnsin that managed to caught him off guard and feel his wrath was the one he hated most of all.
Soshanna.
The bitch that constantly nagged at him and bitched at him about silly, petty, things. The stupid oaf of a women who would just charge into battle rather than approach with stealth. She was the one that had hunted him down that run, and it was she who endured his wrath.
The man was standing over the woman's body with a bloody knife in hand. For once, he had tried to blend in with the crowd. He was wearing a nice, embodied green tunic with fine brown trousers, but now they were more red than anything. His black, oily hair had grown longer, to the point where his bangs could cover his eyes and the ends could reach his shoulders. Not only that, but he had also grown a beard to help with being incognito. It was hard to do that when half his face was scarred, however. Half the beard (which was barely more than a stubble) was not even there due to the scar tissue and forever-damaged hair ducts.
With the spring sun bearing down on Nazli and his back, the shaman wiped the blood that had splattered on his mouth away. Well, smeared it more like, since his hands were drenched in blood. His bright blue eyes looked down at the still alive (barely) hassansin. Then his eyes looked to the pile of what used to be her skin next to her.
Normally such actions would seem extreme to Zolm, especially since he made sure to inject her with a neural toxin that made sure she stayed conscious throughout it all. But Soshanna had been such a pain in the ass, it actually felt good to watch her suffer and scream. The pain was so severe she could not even scream; only twitch in agony as blood continued to pool around her dying body. He smiled sadisticly and, just in case, looked behind him to make sure there was not another. The hassansins would still hunt him, but not now. Zolm had managed to lure Soshana into a (mostly) deserted alleyway im Spirit, which was where he performed the deed. It had been simple, really. It was when he started skinning her alive when the alley completely cleared out. He supposed no one wanted to watch the show.
"I can't tell you are satisfied, yes? Shall we leave then? Or will you let Cray feast on her still living body? I believe the vulture is eager for blood." Zolm's ghost and ancient familiar, Takim, appeared out of nowhere and confronted the hassansin.
Zolm shrugged. He placed his back against one of the bloody alley walls and slid down to the floor, exhausted by the skinning task. He played with the knife in his hand and motioned for his vulture familiar, Cray, to do whatever she pleased.
The vulture flew down to the alley-way floor and started to feast on Soshanna. She managed to scream in pain as the bird digged for her organs, but it did not phase him. In fact, Zolm only smiled to the sweet, sweet sound.
Zolm, an ex-hassansin on the run, had gone into hiding for a long time. He had escaped the clutches of his fellow cult members thanks to the help of a night elf named Cia. Unfortunately, he did not like her. At all. And therefore he needed to be away from her. Why they decided to be traveling companions, Zolm was not entirely sure. Perhaps it was because he knew that on his own, he was a dead man.
It only figure that the moment he set foot into Spirit, an hassansin had briefly caught him off guard. It only took a moment for Zolm's familiars to act; Cray flew into the hassansin's face, clawing at her chest pecking at her face. The vulture managed to rip an eye out before the cultist had swatted her out of the way. By that time, Zolm already had his whips out and ready.
But that wasn't the best part.
Surprisingly enough, the one hassasnsin that managed to caught him off guard and feel his wrath was the one he hated most of all.
Soshanna.
The bitch that constantly nagged at him and bitched at him about silly, petty, things. The stupid oaf of a women who would just charge into battle rather than approach with stealth. She was the one that had hunted him down that run, and it was she who endured his wrath.
The man was standing over the woman's body with a bloody knife in hand. For once, he had tried to blend in with the crowd. He was wearing a nice, embodied green tunic with fine brown trousers, but now they were more red than anything. His black, oily hair had grown longer, to the point where his bangs could cover his eyes and the ends could reach his shoulders. Not only that, but he had also grown a beard to help with being incognito. It was hard to do that when half his face was scarred, however. Half the beard (which was barely more than a stubble) was not even there due to the scar tissue and forever-damaged hair ducts.
With the spring sun bearing down on Nazli and his back, the shaman wiped the blood that had splattered on his mouth away. Well, smeared it more like, since his hands were drenched in blood. His bright blue eyes looked down at the still alive (barely) hassansin. Then his eyes looked to the pile of what used to be her skin next to her.
Normally such actions would seem extreme to Zolm, especially since he made sure to inject her with a neural toxin that made sure she stayed conscious throughout it all. But Soshanna had been such a pain in the ass, it actually felt good to watch her suffer and scream. The pain was so severe she could not even scream; only twitch in agony as blood continued to pool around her dying body. He smiled sadisticly and, just in case, looked behind him to make sure there was not another. The hassansins would still hunt him, but not now. Zolm had managed to lure Soshana into a (mostly) deserted alleyway im Spirit, which was where he performed the deed. It had been simple, really. It was when he started skinning her alive when the alley completely cleared out. He supposed no one wanted to watch the show.
"I can't tell you are satisfied, yes? Shall we leave then? Or will you let Cray feast on her still living body? I believe the vulture is eager for blood." Zolm's ghost and ancient familiar, Takim, appeared out of nowhere and confronted the hassansin.
Zolm shrugged. He placed his back against one of the bloody alley walls and slid down to the floor, exhausted by the skinning task. He played with the knife in his hand and motioned for his vulture familiar, Cray, to do whatever she pleased.
The vulture flew down to the alley-way floor and started to feast on Soshanna. She managed to scream in pain as the bird digged for her organs, but it did not phase him. In fact, Zolm only smiled to the sweet, sweet sound.