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yraeAUTHOR Annarti
DISCLAIMER All mine
NOTES Sort of an introductory thing for Nimay, back when her main occupation seemed to be an assassin. Yeah~ that really takes a back seat now XD
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The night was silent as she drifted effortlessly over Ni-Yana. Clouds blanketed the midnight sky, shrouding the city in near-blackness. No candles were lit in any of the windows of the city's houses; the residents had all gone to bed hours ago, not long after the sun had set. To her knowledge, Nimay was the only one awake.
She spotted the building she was heading for and lit delicately on its flat stone roof, crouching and folding her wings against her body then scanning her immediete surroundings with her ears and cool blue eyes. A warm gust of wind, remnants of the heat of the last day or a sign of things to come, teased at her rich black hair, tied as per usual at intervals with silver ribbon. A brown tabby cat walked along one of the walls bordering the property then sat and curled its kinked tail around its paws, peering inquisitively at the black figure crouched on its master's house.
Satisfied that nobody would notice her, Nimay dropped to the ground and hid her wings in the sapphire-studded silver wing-like objects that hovered over her shoulder blades. Sweeping her hard blue gaze over the back garden once more, she approached the back door with as much stealth and silence as the tabby, still perched on the wall. She held her hand over the door's lock for a few seconds, waiting for it to give her the familiar click that would grant her entrance to the house.
She stepped into the hallway, her bare feet making no noise on the cool sandstone. She lay her hand on her sword's hilt and slowly drew it, a quiet smile playing on her lips at the steel-on-leather sound it made. Other than this, the only sounds that reached her ears were the intermitent rustling of the palm leaves outside the house and the gentle breathing of deep sleep.
She spun her sword in her grip at her side and stood with her eyes closed at the doorway to the master bedroom. The fingers of her left hand twitched apparently erratically before clenching to form a loose fist, then spreading wide. She took a slow, smooth breath and walked to the bedside. One of the two sleeping figures would not wake for several hours yet, the other would never again see the light of day.
Nimay lightly pressed her sword's tip against the man's throat, flicking it up with a swift motion of her wrist and leaving a cut under his chin. He awoke with a jolt, gasping and rubbing his chin with one hand and propping himself up in bed with the other. When he took his hand away and saw the blood on his fingers, Nimay's sword again made contact with his skin.
The man froze, a look of terror on his face as his eyes made contact with Nimay's.
Nimay's cold expression didn't change. She lowered her sword to her side and carefully watched the man as he readjusted himself under the blankets. His mouth opened as though he was going to say something, but he thought the better of it and instead cleared his throat.
Nimay flicked a lock of hair out of her eyes and raised an eyebrow.
The man frowned as he peered at Nimay's dark face, lit for barely a second by the half moon sliding out from behind the clouds. "N--Nimay?"
Still her face didn't change. She stood motionless for a few moments longer, then whipped her sword through the air, barely touching the man's throat. But the cut was deep enough to cause him to collapse heavily back to his pillow, a trickle of red staining the creamy sheets.
Nimay took her sword back and ran a white cloth down its length, paying special attention to the tip, then slid it back into its sheath. She gave a slight nod then walked back out of the house. The cat was still sitting on the wall, one paw hovering in the air as it regarded the girl exiting the house, then, deciding she posed no threat, it resumed its washing.
Nimay spread her wings and flapped back up into the night, gliding back to Ni-Yana's palace.
As she approached the impressive stone structure she noticed a figure dressed in white standing at one of the building's uppermost windows. She frowned in curiosity at the figure, but as soon as she blinked, it had disappeared.
DISCLAIMER All mine
NOTES Sort of an introductory thing for Nimay, back when her main occupation seemed to be an assassin. Yeah~ that really takes a back seat now XD
The night was silent as she drifted effortlessly over Ni-Yana. Clouds blanketed the midnight sky, shrouding the city in near-blackness. No candles were lit in any of the windows of the city's houses; the residents had all gone to bed hours ago, not long after the sun had set. To her knowledge, Nimay was the only one awake.
She spotted the building she was heading for and lit delicately on its flat stone roof, crouching and folding her wings against her body then scanning her immediete surroundings with her ears and cool blue eyes. A warm gust of wind, remnants of the heat of the last day or a sign of things to come, teased at her rich black hair, tied as per usual at intervals with silver ribbon. A brown tabby cat walked along one of the walls bordering the property then sat and curled its kinked tail around its paws, peering inquisitively at the black figure crouched on its master's house.
Satisfied that nobody would notice her, Nimay dropped to the ground and hid her wings in the sapphire-studded silver wing-like objects that hovered over her shoulder blades. Sweeping her hard blue gaze over the back garden once more, she approached the back door with as much stealth and silence as the tabby, still perched on the wall. She held her hand over the door's lock for a few seconds, waiting for it to give her the familiar click that would grant her entrance to the house.
She stepped into the hallway, her bare feet making no noise on the cool sandstone. She lay her hand on her sword's hilt and slowly drew it, a quiet smile playing on her lips at the steel-on-leather sound it made. Other than this, the only sounds that reached her ears were the intermitent rustling of the palm leaves outside the house and the gentle breathing of deep sleep.
She spun her sword in her grip at her side and stood with her eyes closed at the doorway to the master bedroom. The fingers of her left hand twitched apparently erratically before clenching to form a loose fist, then spreading wide. She took a slow, smooth breath and walked to the bedside. One of the two sleeping figures would not wake for several hours yet, the other would never again see the light of day.
Nimay lightly pressed her sword's tip against the man's throat, flicking it up with a swift motion of her wrist and leaving a cut under his chin. He awoke with a jolt, gasping and rubbing his chin with one hand and propping himself up in bed with the other. When he took his hand away and saw the blood on his fingers, Nimay's sword again made contact with his skin.
The man froze, a look of terror on his face as his eyes made contact with Nimay's.
Nimay's cold expression didn't change. She lowered her sword to her side and carefully watched the man as he readjusted himself under the blankets. His mouth opened as though he was going to say something, but he thought the better of it and instead cleared his throat.
Nimay flicked a lock of hair out of her eyes and raised an eyebrow.
The man frowned as he peered at Nimay's dark face, lit for barely a second by the half moon sliding out from behind the clouds. "N--Nimay?"
Still her face didn't change. She stood motionless for a few moments longer, then whipped her sword through the air, barely touching the man's throat. But the cut was deep enough to cause him to collapse heavily back to his pillow, a trickle of red staining the creamy sheets.
Nimay took her sword back and ran a white cloth down its length, paying special attention to the tip, then slid it back into its sheath. She gave a slight nod then walked back out of the house. The cat was still sitting on the wall, one paw hovering in the air as it regarded the girl exiting the house, then, deciding she posed no threat, it resumed its washing.
Nimay spread her wings and flapped back up into the night, gliding back to Ni-Yana's palace.
As she approached the impressive stone structure she noticed a figure dressed in white standing at one of the building's uppermost windows. She frowned in curiosity at the figure, but as soon as she blinked, it had disappeared.