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The murky water held an almost pearlescent sheen when looked at from an angle. It wasn’t to be trusted, not unlike the whispers coming from the trees. Eowyn circled his witch, keeping the whispers in the woods and the witch on the right path.
“Wyn, you’re sure this is the right place?” The witch, Asralyn, voiced. Despite the situation, her voice remained steady, any tremor was a sign of weakness and that wasn’t allowed here.
Without a reply, the forest went quiet, foreshadowing the approach of something far more sinister than any of the voices in the woods. Out of the woods stepped one hoof, another closely following. The faun looked simple enough, brown hair and a tan complexion hid his true malevolent intention.
“A witch? In my neck of the woods,” The faun drawled, “Seems to be my lucky day.” As he spoke a snake slithered alongside him, dipping between his legs and making its home around a fur covered knee.
“Your lucky day is the last day your lungs experience the fleeting hope of oxygen.” Came the steady tone of Asralyn’s voice, “Alas, that day is not today. I come in Cylia’s place, she’s indisposed.” As she spoke, a blonde head of an elf fell wayside, strewn like nothing more than a rabbit in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The faun’s face relayed no emotion, if seeing his prodigy’s brain stem affected him, he didn't show it. “A pity truly, she had such potential. Might I ask why her head is separated from her body? It was such a pretty display.”
The witch, not removing her eyes from the faun’s, pulled a scroll from Eowyn’s claw, throwing it in the air and watching it find its way into the faun’s grasp.
“This is your last warning from the Syndicate, next time it’ll be your head.” No sooner than the worlds left Asralyn’s mouth, did she find a blade stuck in her safeguard. She didn’t bother threatening the faun further, the simple fact he lashed out was proof enough he understood the seriousness of his actions.
With a further glance, the young witch turned on her heel and left the whispering woods and the malevolent faun behind, Eowyn flapping his wings till he could land on her shoulder. Together the witch and the bat exited the forest, the scenery switching to a much more expensive one. Technology sat on every available table, old books and new coexisting in a sort of harmony.
Asralyn spared no glance to the new recruits, instead marching past their inexperienced souls into The Charter. The Charter housed the older occult assassins, one central place they could stay while on shift, when not on assignment. Upon entry, the bat on her shoulder flew to his place with the only other familiar, a ferret named Crane, belonging to one of the few people Asralyn could trust with her life, Elrora. Speaking of the energetic witch, they lie with her feet against the wall staring into space. Seems they got back from their assignment before Asralyn did, the lucky thing.
Paperwork could wait for the morning, the faun wasn’t going to do anything tonight, Asralyn was sure of it. For now she could relax and plan her next move. When it came to being a vigilante, being her own boss paid off.