[Flashback] Wanted: Sabre Duskryn [Open]

[Sabre Duskryn]

Snow was everywhere, fluffy white flakes of it fluttering down from the overcast skies onto the busy streets of Avanthal and onto the heads of the inhabitants. Ice coated the drains and gutters of every household and building from where the temperatures had dropped to a stupendously freezing level. Unfortunately the roofs were angled at a slant, restricting the ways of escape from the iron grips of the knights who chased Sabre through the City. Sabre Duskryn dashed through the streets, her chest heaving as the cold air slowed her breathing, cutting off the circulation of oxygen to her lungs. Once she'd finally reached her limits, and the muscles of her calves burned to no end she dropped to the ground rolling over on the ice until she reached a concealed corner. Once she'd found a comfortable position she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her cloak around her, hiding her lithe form from view, hoping that the guards would regard her as an old beggar woman. When they finally ran past shouting out to people for them to move Sabre breathed a heavy sigh of relief, parting her lips to allow easier breathing she exposed the tips of elongated canines - a sheer give away of her species. Occasionally she raised her head to look under the tip of her hood to see if anyone was staring at her, when she was sure no one had noticed her rather pathetic attempt at a disguise she settled back against the cold wall of the building. The young Kelvic could feel her heart pumping through her ears, it made her feel hot-headed and sick to the stomach. Raising up to her feet she let out a low hiss, the slice in her left palm beginning to sting and burn; she'd used it to aid her balance when standing. Multiple cuss words streaked through her mind at the irritating pain, but she had little time to worry about the state of it - coming back down the narrow road were the knights. Glancing from left to right she realized she was trapped, until her eyes glanced upwards; the roofs. Carefully, she climbed onto some weaved baskets and grasped onto the ledge, slowly heaving her small body weight up onto the slippery slats. Laying on her tummy as she crawled up the slanted ledge, she hooked her hands onto the center and pulled herself up. Thank goodness for her balance. With infinite grace she placed her feet firmly upon the single ridge and walked across, leaping to the next roof and so on and so forth... With her final leap, she heard the deep, coarse voice of a male shout into the square, "Wanted, Sabre Duskryn, a careless Kelvic thief! Any knowledge of her whereabouts should be reported immediately!" Faltering the grasp she had upon the thin guttered ledge she let out a small squeak of a cry, her body falling the short distanced drop to the ground. Leaning forward and bending her knees she landed in a semi-crouched position, her head low to hide her face from view.