Open A Deadly Day in the Market

[Brighid Killian]

Spring day 50, 513 A.V. Fear. The emotion gripped and twisted deep inside the Kelvic as she walked through the streets of the great city known as Avanthal. She kept her head down and her cloak tight over her head, the last thing she wanted was to be stopped. She had been forced into the city walls due to the slavers that had been spotted around the lands surrounding the city. Terrified of being caught, Brighid had taken refuge within the great ice walls. Now she wandered aimlessly through the streets, unable to read the signs on the buildings and above shops she followed the scent. She knew she was close to the main market, if her nose hadn't picked up on the bombardment of scents then the noise and sight would have been enough for even the most base of creatures to understand. She shook her head and put a hand to her abdomen, her stomach was aching with hunger. She had not hunted in over a week, the toll the empty stomach had on her body wasn't severe but could become worse if she did not eat soon. Her hand slid to her waist where she felt the reassuring weight of her coin pouch. She was silently hoping she had enough for a few meals and lodging. If she were to choose between the two, she would rather eat. Considering she was adept to the cold she would have no mind sleeping out in it. Her mind was wandering, she wasn't paying close attention to her surrounds and found herself in the midst of chaos. There were too many scents, too many voices, and by far too may people. She became stiff, and if she had been in the form of her snow leopard, her hair would be up on her back, and her teeth bared. She tried to search for an opening in the large throng of people, desperate for solitude and silence, but knowing neither were possible in her current situation. She let out a low hiss, even in her human form the sound still traveled through her with ease rumbling low deep in her chest. A few people who were standing close enough to hear her backed away cautiously, she turned pale eyes on them, hissing again. She felt the approach of someone from behind her, turning she growled, her body was trembling. Her muscles were burning with the effort she was using to restrain herself from shifting and attacking the people around her in a fit to escape. She let out a shaky breath, shifting her gaze to the one who approached her. It was a man, he looked deadly, his eyes gleaming with intent, it was a look Brighid had seen all too often. The man wanted to catch her, she backpedaled, her feet catching on her cloak causing her to fall backwards and land on her bottom. The man simply laughed and continued his approach, he was the kind of man that thought a simple Kelvic could do nothing to harm him. It was an arrogance that was the reason so many like him died or were killed. Brighid hissed again, only this time instead of a human there was a female snow leopard where the woman had been. The feline was crouched low, her stomach brushing against the ground, her ears were pinned against her skull and her eyes were mere slits. She was stiff, her hair raised on her haunches and her back, a few women in the crown gasped at the sight, backing away further from the Kelvic and the man that was bent on catching the beast. The man gave a growl of annoyance and used the rope in his hand to try and slip it over the Kelvic's neck, the snow leopard reacted. Her muscles bunching as she sprang at the man, her body compacted with his chest. The force added with the weight of the large feline sent them both to the hard packed earth. The feline on top. Brighid wasted no time in sinking her teeth into his throat, her teeth tore with ease through the flesh of his jugular. She tore out his throat, blood began to pool around the feline, it stained her paws a bright and sickly pink, the ground soon became covered in a slick and sticky coating of dark crimson.

[Miria]

"Stay behind me dears. It will be all right." Bow already strung and arrow already set crimson eyes betrayed the archer's shock of the scene before her. Seeing the shift Miria fell to her knees quickly readying herself for the possibility of a rabid beast in Avanthal. The bowstring was not her best handiwork but the line was taut and would have to do for this encounter. "I'll keep you safe" Miria assured to the Vantha she blocked off from the predator.

Swallowing slightly Miria's eyes shimmered a murky olive trying to keep find her resolve. Whatever quarrel the kelvic had with the man it was over now and Miria had to make sure that the beast was contained before the Icewatch came to the Vantha's assistance. That's why she was here separating this predator from possible prey. To make sure to protect other's loved ones until help arrived. Breathing out Miria raised her voice to the kelvic. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE! I'M WILL NOT HESITATE TO SHOOT YOU DOWN!" Staring down the snow cat Miria's eyes glowed with an orange resolve as she kept her sights on the kelvic.

languagesIf it's colored it's Vani but if it is also slanted it's common.

[Brighid Killian]

Once hearing the voice of the archer the feline raised her head, her chin and most of her chest was stained red with blood. She shook her head, then seeing the bow drawn and aimed at her she hissed. Her body was taunt and she backed up away from the man and the frightened mass of people. She was wondering why they were so afraid of her. All she had done was kill the man. He had just been another human bent of capturing Kelvics like herself and selling them. She had saved herself. She shifted, a moment ago she had been a cat, the next she was a pale woman. Nude and caked in blood, she locked pale grey-green eyes to the female archer. She then spoke. "He needed to die, He was going to hurt me." Her voice was soft, yet husky from misuse. Her words were slow and deliberate as if trying to understand them for herself as well. She shook her head again as if trying to clear away unwanted memories and images. In the back of her mind she was wondering........Is this the end? Will my fate be met with an arrow in my chest?

[Miria]

Releasing her arrow the missle strayed mere centimeters from Brighid's head before disappearing into a puff of snow behind her. "Is that so? Well now you have to stay put. Killing a man in the middle of Avanthal and you better be prepared to face the consequences." Miria's tone made it clear she was not playing around. Already as Miria released she restocked her bow with a hastily drawn arrow. One day I will get a quiver and not have to resort to holding an extra arrow on my persons.

Biting her lip in irritation Miria could only shake her head slightly in disapproval. Whatever this kelvic was subjected to was something that the archer could not understand nor try to consider understanding. Whatever happened she made her choice. Was this one really prepared to deal with the weight of her choice? The slight lost quivering undertone she had said otherwise.

Approaching on to the scene were the two Icewatch manning the gates. Taking a step closer Miria readjusted her arrow as a way to once again intimidate the bare woman. "He's dead and there is no real way to know you are telling the truth is there?" Miria's eyes flared with another wave of audacity as if daring the kelvic to make a move. "If you want to be treated as little more then a beast Avanthal will do just that." Not moving her head Miria's eyes moved to the side to try to find the incoming bear mounts.

[Brighid Killian]

''Yes, the man was a Slaver. I have been running from them for months. Was I just to let him capture me?'' The Kelvic stood still, her eyes never wavering from Miria. She was curious of the archer, who was she? The archer's eyes were an odd speculation, shifting color. They fascinated the feline, and she wanted it known so she spoke. "Your eyes are......fascinating. Always shifting color........'' Her voice trailed off, she then lifted bloodied digits to her mouth, she began to lick the blood from her slender fingers. It was natural to her as breathing, she needed to clean herself of the blood. She felt eyes on her, the citizens of Avanthal were watching with the look of disgust evident in their faces, the Kelvic shrugged and continued the task of cleaning her fingers. Yet she stiffened as she heard the approach of the cities bear mounts. Her eyes shot up, gaze scanning over the crowd. When she spotted them she hissed, she was cornered and terrified again. All of this trouble for a simple meal.........The feline couldn't win.

[Miria]

Miria eased the string on her bow as the Icewatch bears approached the scene. Letting the pair take over Miria slung the bow on her shoulder before putting away the arrow. Walking past Brighid Miria closed her eyes in a mixture of annoyance, pity and disgust Miria tried to focus on her stride trying to match the motion with her hips. A technique passed down to her from another cat kelvic.

The two were so similar and different in a way. If Vaspira was the one that tore out that man's throat what would she have done? Her former roommate always joked on the matter but what if she really did and found herself in that compromising position? Walking past the mount of snow Miria's arrow disappeared to she was presented with the same arrow that she released not too long ago. "Thanks dear child. You should go, kelvics are not mere pets to toy with."

Hearing her name behind her the pair from the gates asked what exactly transpired. Shrugging slightly she turned her head to address them. "Apparently she was being threatened back into slavery by this man. You remember how cheeky those slaver types are. They expected to smuggle slaves out of Avanthal without problem." Looking back at the kelvic Miria only offered her this slight solace. "You do what you must. I understand that killing slavers isn't exactly all bad. I will leave this in your capable hands."

oocYour probably going to spend some time in the prison if you get taken away. But they might let you off after a few days since you were just defending yourself.

[Brighid Killian]

She backed away from the bear mounts, as much as she could given the current situation. Her eyes looking to the woman and then back to the mounts. Her mind was a kalidescope of thoughts. Am I going to die? Why are they talking as if I am not here? Am I really that much of a beast? She was getting irritated, she let it be known. Crossing arms over her chest. ''If you are going to talk about me, speak to me. I am not a mindless beast. At least I am not that far gone, I have escaped Slavers for months. I wasn't about to get caught.'' She spoke her voice was on the verge of a growl, it was barely audible. Considering this was the most she had used her voice in three months she though herself to being do very well. The archer had spoke to her, as if she understood. But the woman didn't, she wasn't an animal with human traits. She could actually act human, unlike Brighid who was more beast then anything. Her instincts were telling her to flee, but there were too many innocents. If she tried to escape they would get hurt, so she resulted in licking the blood from her arms. She knew the bear mounts would approach her soon. She was still debating if she should fight of flee.

[Noblesse]

Miria Coolwater :

Experience:

• Intimidation +1
• Philosophy +1

Lores:

• Stalling for Time until Help Arrives

Notes:
This is a very short but straightforward thread. Now there really wasn't much to award, but I gave you what I see fit. I did not give any more points in your bow skill since you are so competent there is simply no challenge seen in letting loose an arrow like that.

Miria's level-headedness in handling the situation is remarkable. The way you kept things within the realms of common sense is greatly appreciated, too. By having the Icewatch come to the scene of the crime as soon as they could have, you not only upheld their integrity as one of Mizahar's greatest military force, but you also helped lessen the facepalm moments I've been encountering lately.

Brighid Khillian :

Experience:

• Observation +1
  
• Unarmed Combat +1
  

Lores:

• Pain of Extreme Hunger
  
• Perplexed by People’s Reaction to Seeing You Kill a Man
  
• Fascinated by Shifting Eye Colors
• Fear of Capture
  

Other:

Upon seeing the arrival of five Icewatch backup and their five Dire Polar bear mounts, Brighid’s flight mechanism kicked in. Unable to do another shift because of starvation, it did not take long for the Icewatch to catch up to her. She was arrested and brought to the Svanhildur where her case was heard. It was found out that what she did was self-defense, and her punishment should have been light. However, many people feared what she could have done if not apprehended by the Icewatch promptly. Brighid was sentenced to imprisonment inside Svanhildur for the rest of Winter, or at least until she proves that she is capable of controlling her feral Leopard side.

Notes:
Just a quick note: any person who had gone on without eating for over a week would have already passed out from starvation. Yes, this is a fantasy roleplaying site but we do expect some level of rationality regarding how the players roleplay their characters. That would mean Brighid would have been unable to do two shifts in a row because she do not have the energy to do so. Also, any sane slaver would not chase someone into the city and capture them in plain sight, especially in Avanthal where the Icewatch could easily arrest them.

On another note: the reason why I asked you before as to how exactly you would have wanted Brighid to react at the end was because it would affect the severity of her punishment. Since you left this as a cliffhanger, I took consideration an animal’s flight mechanism upon being outnumbered.

True nobility lies in being superior to your former self

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