Wrong Turn (Ace)
Feb 4, 2015 19:12:53 GMT -5
Post by Peregrine on Feb 4, 2015 19:12:53 GMT -5
The tapping of her claws against the concrete was the only thing that had heralded her approach. For her former comrades, she kept no schedule, would give them no level of organization to grasp for. They were kept in the dark both figuratively and literally, and it would not change for them. Tzafar had crafted Tempest with herself in mind, in a multitude of ways; she had once been the infiltrator, the spy, the guerrilla, the prisoner. She knew what she would use, and she would not provide it to them. The Commandant, no longer the Astrapi, strode tall through her domain. It was time to deal with the remnants of the Badai.
Tzafar slipped into the building, and made her way deeper. Her destination was down one of the halls. She was alone, until she approached the guard. The Kangal dipped her head and uttered a greeting, and a command, and the chair was removed from the door, and the door was opened. Only a sliver was needed for the large female, and the door was closed behind her. Scythes of light came in, from beneath the door, and a narrow slit of a window at the top of the wall. Just enough for the two to look at each other.
The male that was almost mortally wounded had pulled through, with little help from them. Tzafar internally declared herself content with either path he fell down, and was just as content to be seated before him now. This way, she could destroy him herself. The scorned warhorse looked upon his slighter frame with the eyes of a predator; she cared not for supposed fairness, or hospitality, but retribution. Even if she did not know him, and he her, it did not change the fact that he was complicit with her enemies. Some dogs ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. No matter the intentions, there were consequences to be reaped.
”Now’s your chance to tell me your side of things,” she rumbled, precarious.
ace!