Post by Olive on Mar 15, 2010 22:24:08 GMT -5
Above the bustle of the pathways below sat a peculiar sight. No, it wasn’t the fact that it was a woman sitting very unlady-like on the roof of a small building. It wasn’t the fact that her raw knuckles dripped blood from her high perch, either. It was that blazing tongue of hers. That thick ribbon of bight blue stuck out like a sore thumb, even when it had one of the bluest skies of the week nestled behind it as a backdrop. The long muscle extended itself as far at it could reach and, upon occasion, would twitch one way and the other the next. The figure of which the tongue belonged to showed no shame- or emotion, for that matter- as she tasted the air with pure indulgence.
However, like most things that Dympna did, there was reason for her madness: She was training. It would be easy to concluded that she was training her brute strength what with those bloody knuckles of hers…but that poor assumption would be nothing but a lie. It was her senses that she was testing out. What good could an ability to sniff out enemies from miles away be, if she didn’t train it to perfection? A pitiful one at best.
Having picked a fight at the southern village, Dympna had made sure to let some of her opponents’ blood spill on her. Once she had enough that the delightful metallic scent to fill her nostrils with the slightest breath, she dashed away. She ran all the way back to the northern village that surrounds the castle. Now filled with an intense bloodlust and the scent of the victim she wished to drain, Dympna allowed her instincts trigger that ability of hers…Ah. She could smell him. He was traveling eastwards but still hugged that southern area.
Licking her lips, Dympna scaled back down the side of the building and heaved a small sigh in the darkness of alleyway. This is where things started to get tricky. Being able to catch a scent in a higher place is one thing, finding a man in a sea of bodies while on the grounds is another. There were so many scents and distractions that could lead her off course…there was also her tongue to think about. Although she still considered herself new to force, Dympna was worried that some civilian might recognize her as one of the soldiers of the city. The last thing she wanted were some rumours being spread about her when she was still new to the job.
Taking in another deep breath, Dympna peeked her head out of the shade and took a step in the right direction. Hopefully everything will go according to plan.
…But, then again, plans never really worked out for her before…
However, like most things that Dympna did, there was reason for her madness: She was training. It would be easy to concluded that she was training her brute strength what with those bloody knuckles of hers…but that poor assumption would be nothing but a lie. It was her senses that she was testing out. What good could an ability to sniff out enemies from miles away be, if she didn’t train it to perfection? A pitiful one at best.
Having picked a fight at the southern village, Dympna had made sure to let some of her opponents’ blood spill on her. Once she had enough that the delightful metallic scent to fill her nostrils with the slightest breath, she dashed away. She ran all the way back to the northern village that surrounds the castle. Now filled with an intense bloodlust and the scent of the victim she wished to drain, Dympna allowed her instincts trigger that ability of hers…Ah. She could smell him. He was traveling eastwards but still hugged that southern area.
Licking her lips, Dympna scaled back down the side of the building and heaved a small sigh in the darkness of alleyway. This is where things started to get tricky. Being able to catch a scent in a higher place is one thing, finding a man in a sea of bodies while on the grounds is another. There were so many scents and distractions that could lead her off course…there was also her tongue to think about. Although she still considered herself new to force, Dympna was worried that some civilian might recognize her as one of the soldiers of the city. The last thing she wanted were some rumours being spread about her when she was still new to the job.
Taking in another deep breath, Dympna peeked her head out of the shade and took a step in the right direction. Hopefully everything will go according to plan.
…But, then again, plans never really worked out for her before…