Post by lorki on Apr 5, 2011 13:47:39 GMT -6
Sleet, who had been shoved roughly to the side by Redin when he entered and began making their demands, appeared to be growing increasingly agitated. It began with the appraising look from Tirael, she clenched her fangs, resisting a rant on how very prepared she was to strangle the black otter that claimed to be his sister. Otters; such clueless, useless, little beasts. She shifted her focus to Redin, who was, by that time, throwing himself into a long and complex story of what had brought them to seek 'shelter' within the walls of the abbey.
The next thing that began inessential pulling on her nerves was the shifting expressions on the new otters face. While Sleet never wished to able to read minds, she was a good judge of expression and hardly liked the otters narrowed eyes and smirk. Despite begin one herself, Sleet hardly ever enjoyed the company of trained killers. They had a habit to think very highly of themselves, given the fact that the taking of a life will make a beast feel powerful, if it does not make them feel helpless. Good or bad, killers were full of self assurance, and Sleet couldn't stand it.
Her suspicions were only confirmed as Streamlily began her speech. Sleets expression had gradually changed from somewhat displeased to it-is-only-a-matter-of-time-before-the-strangling-starts. Annoyed that the only thing she seemed to be getting out of this otter was "oh, they are assassins that know how to be assassins," Sleet began to wonder if there was really any reason to be going through these motions. It would be so simple to just kill her, cover it up, let Tirael think she ran away, return the body/beg for forgiveness. At this rate she was dead either way, and fraternizing with the enemy couldn't possibly make it any better. Cold blooded as she may seem, Sleet was picky about her targets, and given this otters history -as told to her by the fox- Sleet had no moral qualms about killing her. Stupid Tirael.
"Each assassin has their own individual concoction of poison and only they know how to make the antidote. I do know some of their antidotes, if you gave me a description of your attacker I may be able to help you, if you wish."
Sleets knowledge of poisons screamed against this, but she kept her mouth shut. Ignorant assassins were somewhat of a mixed blessing and curse, either way they had something that could poison her and that was bad enough. "No," she said shortly, "I'm perfectly well now."
She managed to maintain her silence as the otter doled out ore unhelpful 'knowledge', though she had begun tapping her claws against her hip, where her knives would have normally hung. When Streamlily was finally finished, Sleet inhaled deeply, "Listen Raja-Stream whatever the hell your name is, it may surprise you that my friend and I-" she was interrupted as the nearest bed to them suddenly exploded and the blankets flung away from it.
Sleet, already edgy and short of temper, snarled at the sudden interruption and glared at the little squirrel who was squeaking away about how much help he was, all the while holding some sorry excuse for a weapon nonchalantly pointed towards her. Her mind did not go over the general questions- who threatened with candle wax? Why would you snuggle a bow in bed? Why couldn't this creature have died of poisoning? No, she passed all those by and instead began to advance towards the squirrel.
"Does this talk have anything t'do with you?" She snapped, moving uncomfortably close to where the squirrel sat and glaring down at him. She watching him for a moment, her fangs noticeable on her disgusted expression. Finally, she grabbed at his bow, half planning to wrench it from his paws and beat him with it. At the same moment she kicked at his cot, forcibly sending it skidding across the rough wood floors of the infirmary. "Tirael, y'better deal with thi 'un before I make 'im a lot more of a mess for you t'clean up."
The next thing that began inessential pulling on her nerves was the shifting expressions on the new otters face. While Sleet never wished to able to read minds, she was a good judge of expression and hardly liked the otters narrowed eyes and smirk. Despite begin one herself, Sleet hardly ever enjoyed the company of trained killers. They had a habit to think very highly of themselves, given the fact that the taking of a life will make a beast feel powerful, if it does not make them feel helpless. Good or bad, killers were full of self assurance, and Sleet couldn't stand it.
Her suspicions were only confirmed as Streamlily began her speech. Sleets expression had gradually changed from somewhat displeased to it-is-only-a-matter-of-time-before-the-strangling-starts. Annoyed that the only thing she seemed to be getting out of this otter was "oh, they are assassins that know how to be assassins," Sleet began to wonder if there was really any reason to be going through these motions. It would be so simple to just kill her, cover it up, let Tirael think she ran away, return the body/beg for forgiveness. At this rate she was dead either way, and fraternizing with the enemy couldn't possibly make it any better. Cold blooded as she may seem, Sleet was picky about her targets, and given this otters history -as told to her by the fox- Sleet had no moral qualms about killing her. Stupid Tirael.
"Each assassin has their own individual concoction of poison and only they know how to make the antidote. I do know some of their antidotes, if you gave me a description of your attacker I may be able to help you, if you wish."
Sleets knowledge of poisons screamed against this, but she kept her mouth shut. Ignorant assassins were somewhat of a mixed blessing and curse, either way they had something that could poison her and that was bad enough. "No," she said shortly, "I'm perfectly well now."
She managed to maintain her silence as the otter doled out ore unhelpful 'knowledge', though she had begun tapping her claws against her hip, where her knives would have normally hung. When Streamlily was finally finished, Sleet inhaled deeply, "Listen Raja-Stream whatever the hell your name is, it may surprise you that my friend and I-" she was interrupted as the nearest bed to them suddenly exploded and the blankets flung away from it.
Sleet, already edgy and short of temper, snarled at the sudden interruption and glared at the little squirrel who was squeaking away about how much help he was, all the while holding some sorry excuse for a weapon nonchalantly pointed towards her. Her mind did not go over the general questions- who threatened with candle wax? Why would you snuggle a bow in bed? Why couldn't this creature have died of poisoning? No, she passed all those by and instead began to advance towards the squirrel.
"Does this talk have anything t'do with you?" She snapped, moving uncomfortably close to where the squirrel sat and glaring down at him. She watching him for a moment, her fangs noticeable on her disgusted expression. Finally, she grabbed at his bow, half planning to wrench it from his paws and beat him with it. At the same moment she kicked at his cot, forcibly sending it skidding across the rough wood floors of the infirmary. "Tirael, y'better deal with thi 'un before I make 'im a lot more of a mess for you t'clean up."