Post by hatchet on Feb 1, 2010 21:37:33 GMT -5
Irritated and bored after being unable to find Julietta or a decent sparring partner, Midnight stalked out of the Castle in the direction she had observed Solomon depart, full of dark purpose. As soon as she breached the treeline her dark eyes narrowed and sought out the signs of the man's passage.
He must have known she was watching him leave yet he'd made no effort to conceal his tracks. Disturbances in the forest dust, shifted branches and lightly bent grass. It was like a ribbon marked trail to the woman who was used to hunting vampires.
Thoughtlessly she dropped into a hunched crouch, light on her toes and twisting to avoid thin yearling branches as she darted through the trees. The trot was brief, even when she paused over the evidence that he had acquired a companion. Tall and heavy by the depth of their steps in damp, soft ground.
She heard Solomon before she saw him, and slowed to a crawl, down on her toes and fingertips as she crept towards the pair, using the natural elevation of the land to conceal her as long as possible. It seemed he had been honest, he was only meeting a girl. Just before she could decide this endeavor had been fruitless and boring, she actually saw the woman. The red-headed, winged tipped with horns woman. And Solomon had insisted the killer of the farm family had had its wing talon cut off.
Listening to their conversation more closely, Solomon prattling about her blushes, Midnight reached a conclusion about this relationship that Solomon had provided himself. One hand slid back towards her dagger, clenching around the hilt, but she stopped short of drawing it just yet. Could she take on the daemon? Could she take on Solomon?
There'd be hell to pay if she couldn't.
Snatching one of the throwing knives from her thigh pouch, she watched, eagle eyed for an opening and didn't waste a thought on whether or not this was necessary. The man was fraternizing with daemon's, and that was only one step away from vampires. Their insipid flirtations made her want to roll her eyes, but she couldn't lose focus, especially when Solomon stood and passed very close to her to retrieve the picnic basket. She lay still among the leaves until he had sat beside the daemon again.
The woman's back was nearly to her, and Solomon was angled where, once she moved, he'd see her if he wasn't....
There. He kissed her and neither of them were paying attention, and then immediately after they were looking away from each other, away from her, and distracted by their thoughts. Midnight lurched to her knees and whipped the steel throwing knife at the vulnerable space above and between the daemon's wings.
"That was a perfect opening, Solomon," she rasped, voice hoarse as the cost of her tense silence, rolling swiftly to her feet and preparing for retaliation.
He must have known she was watching him leave yet he'd made no effort to conceal his tracks. Disturbances in the forest dust, shifted branches and lightly bent grass. It was like a ribbon marked trail to the woman who was used to hunting vampires.
Thoughtlessly she dropped into a hunched crouch, light on her toes and twisting to avoid thin yearling branches as she darted through the trees. The trot was brief, even when she paused over the evidence that he had acquired a companion. Tall and heavy by the depth of their steps in damp, soft ground.
She heard Solomon before she saw him, and slowed to a crawl, down on her toes and fingertips as she crept towards the pair, using the natural elevation of the land to conceal her as long as possible. It seemed he had been honest, he was only meeting a girl. Just before she could decide this endeavor had been fruitless and boring, she actually saw the woman. The red-headed, winged tipped with horns woman. And Solomon had insisted the killer of the farm family had had its wing talon cut off.
Listening to their conversation more closely, Solomon prattling about her blushes, Midnight reached a conclusion about this relationship that Solomon had provided himself. One hand slid back towards her dagger, clenching around the hilt, but she stopped short of drawing it just yet. Could she take on the daemon? Could she take on Solomon?
There'd be hell to pay if she couldn't.
Snatching one of the throwing knives from her thigh pouch, she watched, eagle eyed for an opening and didn't waste a thought on whether or not this was necessary. The man was fraternizing with daemon's, and that was only one step away from vampires. Their insipid flirtations made her want to roll her eyes, but she couldn't lose focus, especially when Solomon stood and passed very close to her to retrieve the picnic basket. She lay still among the leaves until he had sat beside the daemon again.
The woman's back was nearly to her, and Solomon was angled where, once she moved, he'd see her if he wasn't....
There. He kissed her and neither of them were paying attention, and then immediately after they were looking away from each other, away from her, and distracted by their thoughts. Midnight lurched to her knees and whipped the steel throwing knife at the vulnerable space above and between the daemon's wings.
"That was a perfect opening, Solomon," she rasped, voice hoarse as the cost of her tense silence, rolling swiftly to her feet and preparing for retaliation.