Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140813185952/@comment-24530992-20140813230655

(Not gonna be too long anyway, I'm tired af.)

Pierre began leaving the structure in which he had entered through, passing in and out of corridors until he reached the light. There wasn't much light though, as there was still a massive anchor sitting up ahead. He sighed, pacing though the city, beginning to think of where to find the spider lady.

He recalled from when he was looking through Vaniel's thoughts, while he was running to Cheydinhal. The time he screwed up so badly, nearly getting the chance to kill his younger brother, which quickly slipped through his fingers when the odd, heavy feeling entered the room, carrying them to another province. He shook his head from the thoughts, shutting his eyes, trying to remember what had happened besides the episode his brother had put up. Pierre saw through his eyes, the plagues writting Cheydinhal. The 'trap' Tara had mentioned, as well. There was a high possibility his target would be there. Pierre also remembered the other people he is working with, and how they talked about the city as well, and another one of their 'colleagues' would be there.

Pierre tilted his head upwards, looking directly into the center of the anchor, thinking for a few moments before exiting the Imperial city. He walked along the large cobblestone bridge, which soon lead into a long dirt path surrounded by greenery. Thinking it would take too long to make it to Cheydinhal on foot, he entered the stables, looking for the owner. The area seemed vacant, until he heard a small, terrified choke. Pierre slowly approached the counted, peering over it's edges, revealing an Imperial crouched inside a cupboard, hiding.

"Get out." Pierre demanded.

"What..?" The stablemaster stammered, not budging.

"I said, get out. Get out of your hiding place."

"I.. Are you one of.. Them?" He asked, referring to the Daedra that had invaded the city.

"Hmm.. Maybe." Pierre muttered in response.

"Maybe? I-its either yes or no.."

The Breton heard a small noise, sounding like a small metal item being scraped across the wood. A small, malicious smile formed across his face.

"I have the right to remain silent, don't I? I'm only wanting to buy a horse.."

"You want to.. B-buy a horse? Now?"

"Yes.. Please, come out."

A hand came from behind the counter, and onto the wooden tops. The Imperial pushed himself up, standing on both feet shakily. A single hand remained behind his back, noticable tention forming in that arm. He glanced at the reigns scattered across the shelves in the shop, as well as armor, before finally turning up and looking at Pierre.

"Ss..Seventeen thousand septims, please." He said.

"That's a bit ridiculous.. Dont you think?" Pierre replied, his own face coming closer to the stablemaster's. He obivously didn't trust Pierre. And that was when a glint of silver came from behind his back, the tense arm swinging a sharpened dagger at the Breton. Pierre caught his wrist, tightening his grip, before yanking him over the counter and letting him go. As the Imperial was grounded, Pierre let out a disappointed sigh.

"..Really? You're going to kill me for asking for negotiations..? Pathetic.." He grinned, his tongue moving over his sharpened teeth.

"You're one of them!" The keeper frantically exclaimed, holding his dagger out infront of himself in defense. "You're working with the Daedra!"

"Indeed.. But, you could've just done business with me and had me leave."

Pierre kneeled next to him, plucking the dagger from his hand like a flower. The stablemaster started violently shaking out of fear, thinking of what was going to happen to him.

"D-don't hurt me, please!" He pleaded, as Pierre examined the man, placing the cold steel up to his throat, then moving it up to his cheek, drawing it across. A thin line of red appeared, trailing the edge of the blade. Blood dripped from the wound.

"Stop! Please..!" He cried once more. Pierre laughed, as the man was stuck in shock, rendering him unable to move.

"Scared, are we?" He mocked, placing the blade onto his stomach. He lifted it, bringing it down into the man's gut. The Stablemaster let out a cry of pain, as he dragged it along, the intestines becoming visible. Pierre removed the blade, pressing it against his adam's apple. He slit the man's throat with a swift swipe across, spraying blood over Pierre's face and neck. Once he had finished his 'business', he exited the shop and mounted a jet black stallion, riding for Cheydinhal with an evil smirk across his lips.