Post by Rune on Dec 17, 2007 23:58:29 GMT
She bunched up her hair with one hand and twirled an ornate chopstick – one that had been carefully sharpened at one end so it could double as ornament and weapon – in her other, examining her reflection critically. Wearing her hair up or down was more than just a fashion choice for Rune. If she kept it up, she could keep an extra weapon stored there, just in case her employer tried to screw her over. She’d not been in the city long enough to show the truths to the rumours, to let everyone she dealt with realise that the stories about her were more than myth or jokes. Rune would stab anyone in the back in a heartbeat if it meant an advantage to her and while she was loyal to her employer, such loyalty only lasted as long as the agreed payment was delivered and there wasn’t a job afterwards demanding she go against them. The only thing she refused to do was sell out, let someone counter a job with a higher amount – Rune had some standards after all.
Unbidden, the image of a male werewolf rose in her mind, Nathan entering her thoughts as he often had these past two weeks, when before she had all but banished him from conscious thought. With a snarl, she dropped her hair back down, letting it fall lose and easy around her face, hair ornament carelessly left in the sink so that each room had a weapon to hand if it was called for. Although she would never admit it, Rune was starting to wonder if she had made the right choice in engaging him, when she could have just as easily let him walk though her scope and out of her life once more. Then again, that would have been the easy way out and Rune never, ever took the easy road. Her pride refused it.
Her back gave a twinge as she made her way to the door, a physiological pain more than anything else but painful nevertheless. She didn’t regret her choices not really. Sometimes she felt they had been unwise but they had been made and she would live with them. Rune was confident in her ability to track down Nathan again if she desired, to possibly, finally, put an end to something that had threaded through her life for over two hundred years one way or another. Before pleasure however, was business, a meeting and a job that promised risk and a generous payout.
Continued at: General Stores and Stations Etc: Food Court
Unbidden, the image of a male werewolf rose in her mind, Nathan entering her thoughts as he often had these past two weeks, when before she had all but banished him from conscious thought. With a snarl, she dropped her hair back down, letting it fall lose and easy around her face, hair ornament carelessly left in the sink so that each room had a weapon to hand if it was called for. Although she would never admit it, Rune was starting to wonder if she had made the right choice in engaging him, when she could have just as easily let him walk though her scope and out of her life once more. Then again, that would have been the easy way out and Rune never, ever took the easy road. Her pride refused it.
Her back gave a twinge as she made her way to the door, a physiological pain more than anything else but painful nevertheless. She didn’t regret her choices not really. Sometimes she felt they had been unwise but they had been made and she would live with them. Rune was confident in her ability to track down Nathan again if she desired, to possibly, finally, put an end to something that had threaded through her life for over two hundred years one way or another. Before pleasure however, was business, a meeting and a job that promised risk and a generous payout.
Continued at: General Stores and Stations Etc: Food Court