The Blade

A gloved paw gripped a sword protectively. The luminous moon shiningly brightly on the brilliant blade of steal.

A figure stood in the darkness, a mere silouhette amongst the flattened land.

A large cloak was draped around the figure's shoulders, and a hood was elegantly placed atop the creature's head. Had you not known of this creature's history, you would think of it as a human...but strangely it was not.

Although it had a human like structure, it stood awkwardly in the pale moonlight. The body, instead of skin, possessed white fur, and the upon the head pirched two white ears.

Shockingly, the face was not human, but wolf. A slender muzzle twitched as the creature inhaled, the sweet scent of pine stinging it's nostrils.

Ashamed of her appearance, the creature made sure a faint shadow was casted upon her face, couretsy of her black hood.

Her attire wasn't greatly detailed, and was hidden by the enormous amout of fabric making up her cloak.

White paws bent to support the slender yet muscular frame of the human-like wolf, as it stood upright on the hill. Her luminous eyes staring blankly at the village, and a quizzical scowl blending in with her stern expression.

Now she clenched the weapon tighter, and walked casually through the foliage surrounding the village.

The little community was silent, and the windows were dark except for a few candles that faintly burned. The creature did not favor light, nor did she need it, for the brilliant moon lit her way.

A slight wind thrusted her hood behind her head, and she gripped it protectively, yanking it back over the delicate ears. "Damn it!" she hissed, and began walking at a brisk pace.

Soon she was in the middle of the pebbled streets, glancing nervously at her surroundings. If she was going to do this...she better do it quickly.

If she wasn't getting paid for this evil task, she might have refused, but money was more important now...

She found the house described by her boss, and inhaled shakily.

She pushed open the door, unsheathing her blade that was dappled with rubbies and gems, rippling along it's handle.

Of course she stole it, for a poor creature such as herself, could not steal such a brilliant weapon.

The room was blanketed with a thick darkness, as she made her way to the corridor...

A snoring lump was positioned in a bed, the perfect position for an attack. A golden shower of coins rippled through the creatures mind.

Posistioning herself above the sleeping figure, she raised her sword, and howled in a wolfish manner. "Dia vatai!" which in her tounge, meant. "To the afterlife!"

And then she plunged, crimson liquid spilling onto the blade's slick surface.

Then all was silent, the body still, and the task was done...