69th Summer 514 AV
It was pitch black outside, dark, barely a glimmer of light. A dark veil of clouds smothered the moon and the stars, the glows of lamps and candles duller than normal in the night. The air was thick and moist, a heavy, thick haze of blood smothering the senses and the beating of the pulse leading one onwards through the dark. Sweat hung about her form, the heavy breaths escaping as she moved. Speed was of the essence, every step vital, every move important in order to make not only distance, but time. Beneath a hood of black she turned, eyes catching the low light, the hum of voices somewhere behind as she stepped, and the edge of exposed steel hidden behind a veil of black.
She could not rest, she could not return to the designated spot. Not whilst her own hunters rested upon her trail. Orvin was at her side, the low rumbling growl escaping whenever they stopped for more than a chime, those golden orbs staring off into the darkness. Her head swum, tired, the slow sting of sluggishness starting to make itself known, but still she pushed and would continue to do so until she felt she had reached a point of safety. Eyes caught the glimmer of the lantern light, the glowing beam that cut through the darkness and was directed at her mass of shape. The wolf bushed up, the master let out an angry snarl in response before calling down to the beast, "Orvin! Come on! Follow!"
He did not take much convincing as the hunting shouts cried out and the shadow of the silohette charging after her. Feet skidded, the patter of dirt as she forced breath once more to fill her lungs. Pulse quickened, eyes darting and searching as she saw the dark shape of a narrow alleyway and promptly darted in it. Pants and breaths echoed down it, another sharp turn as the summer heat caressed her and a quick dive behind the crates. The entire body of Orvin was pulled close to her after that, a whipping of the cloak tightly around their forms. Fur pressed against skin, a slither of a gap peeking out from the folds.
For a moment the whole world stilled, the breaths fell silent to the clattering of feet. She hunched slightly when she spotted the glare of the lantern pierce over the boxes, hovering and swinging from side to side. A gentle crunch, the gruff voice shouting out, "Come on out you little bitch. Give it up on running away!"
Another one shouted then, "Oi! Over here! Heard something!"
The lantern swung away, the sharp shift of movement and foot falls marking the rapid run down the alleyway towards whatever the source of the sound was. It was gradually that she uncurled, cloak flapping to one side and her back pressing against the alleyway wall. Her chest gave a heave, eyes darting about the remains of the space, her mind racing to gather what was going on. Somewhere beyond the chase was still ongoing, with the clatter of fighting and combat ringing out behind. The gangs were still at war, scrapping and snarling at each other with metal claws and fangs unto the end. It was chance that she was caught the crossfire of it all, and now as a potential threatening target it made life difficult once more to move.
"Petching Hai," she cursed as she pushed herself up to her feet. There was a dart of the glance back and forth once more, before she begun the slow and careful process of attempting to back track through the darkness. Hoping, silently, that she would be left in peace and out of harm's way.