It's All Fun and Games (Zlakalia)

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Timestamp: Fall 45, 511 A.V. The streets of Alvadas were dark. Not the darkness of twilight, which time it was, when Syna has departed the sky and Leth is yet to rise, and the eyes begin to adjust to the changing light. This evening the darkness seemed to have weight, to cling and press down, carrying with it an unseasonable warmth. With the day closing in so miserable a fashion, it stood to reason that the crowds of the roadways and foot paths of the city began to thin. Of course, talk of the recent disappearances, rumors of the murders, could have seen to their haste as well. Whatever the reason, the crowds were focused on concluding their business and returning to the safety of their homes. No one had the attention to spare for a foot tall Pycon, not even one who in all honesty should have. Not far from where Zlakalia found herself, there was another of the clay people, walking the emptying streets with his eyes raised and peering about itself owlishly. No more than five inches tall, the Pycon had shaped itself into the form of a bearded and age hunched old man, seeming to walk with the aid of a twig being used as a walking stick. The movements of its head were swift however, as it darted its gaze around the darkening city, as though trying to capture sight of it all.

[Zlakalia]

The... The PREY. Zlakalia was so happy. She had spent days wondering the streets without finding one. Another pycon, a little clay man. His form seemed withered and old by human standards, but Zlakalia wasn't interested in human standards. She wanted to get a look at his clay flesh, feel the way his skin molded. He didn't seem very old at all by the sight of his clay, the way it was colored warm and bright, the way his head snapped around and his skin kept its vibrancy. He was a lot smaller than her. Nearly half her size. Perfect, less of a fight. Zlakalia stayed back in the shadows for a while, simply watching him enjoy the town. 'Ha, what was there to enjoy in Ionu's hellhole? The mystery, the 'beauty' of it all? HA!' Zlakalia did her best to keep silent and watch, but the crowds were already thinning and the pycon was practically alone. Zlakalia was torn. She wanted to strike now, take him down and take him with her. But she also wanted to be cautious, make sure this went off without a hit. Her hand reached back to her blade, still sharply hanging on her back. It wanted at him too, just a little slice on his clay body. But it would have to wait. Zlakalia had something better in mind than just pain. Zlakalia loosened herself from teh steely grip of darkness, keeping the shadows minimal to simply keep her form a little more hidden. Her cloak was still wrapped tight around her as well, hiding most of her form. But her voice was loud enough as she called out, "Hey! You! Come this way!" She wanted him.