Oblivion Assassin Audition

[Kura]

Name: aeon

Characters: Kura (she'll get finished later today hopefullyyyyy*flails*)

NEKO or Human: Neko ~

RP Experience: 9 years nurd nurd nurdinnnggg

Why should you get this job: Cause I'm awesome CB

RP Sample:

&&. orz;; Idunno. This is an old old old post from like '08 *shot*

A harsh wind rolled over the landscape. It wasn’t gentle and welcoming like the spring breezes or a playful whirlwind like the autumn gales. This wind ripped at the air, biting the occupants of the surface world with invisible savagery that would’ve surprised one from a warmer climate. However, in this part of the country, it was not unheard of. After all, winter is a vicious season.

The stables of Suncroft was deserted but for the horses sleepily munching hay in their stalls and the stable boy running around every so often. Winter was not a season where many wanted to travel perilously icy paths to other towns. There were a few horses out in the pastures, galloping around to stay warm. In an empty field, there were only two figures.

Despite coming from a country that was mostly warm, they cold didn’t bother Kura. She had experienced the cold claws of winter before, only it wasn’t so cold. She was in her usual black attire with a cloak wrapping around her figure. A single stick of silver held thick strands of her ebonite hair up in a loose bun, leaving it roll freely down her back but keeping the troublesome wind from whipping it in her face. The ornamental tassel of the hair stick was a simple thin chain, ending in a gleaming crescent that quivered whenever the wind touched it. At her waist was belted her usual weapons, making no effort to hide the menacing blades under the folds of her cloak. Slim fingers fastened the bridle. She did not need such an instrument, but it came in handy when other equines were around. It seemed only a few days before that it was autumn. But the blanket of virgin snow that covered the earth changed all that.

It wasn’t long before she led the stallion out of the pasture. A few of the stable boys standing around looked at the foreigner disbelievingly. Despite the stable master’s order for them to leave the ebonite stag alone, they had approached Hei, only to be sent scurrying away when he tried to make a snack out of them. And yet, there was this girl, barely older than they were, handling the stag perfectly fine as if he was not a wild beast.

Kura pulled herself up onto the stag, ridding him bareback. Saffron eyes glanced idly around, as was their habit. When meeting the gaze of the boys sitting not far from her, they turned from her unusual stare uncomfortably. Making a low clicking sound with her tongue, Kura guided the stallion in a circle. Now that his wounds had healed, his stride was almost as smooth as it had once been. Giving the charger a slight nudge with her boot, he trotted forward, though the gate, and into the wilderness.

Kura had no particular place in mind, so she let Hei have his head, leaving the stallion to wander as he pleased. The stag was glad to be out in the open again, and galloped in various directions. A steak of russet shot out of the trees towards them. Kura watched the wolfess silently as the young fae pranced around, teasing Hei. Eventually coming to the river, Kura paused the charger, sliding fluently off his back and silently into the snow. Saffron orbs glanced briefly across the border river, seeing a blanket of snow similar to the one on Suncroft’s side.

Hei had long since wandered off, snuffling deep in the now curiously. Leaving Kura with the spirited canine and the echo of her own thoughts. It had been an interesting week, what with the attempted assassination of the royal family and the death of the assassin in the same night. Kura was surprised that she had not yet been interrogated or even thrown into a cell in the damp dungeon for her act as she would’ve been should she have committed the act in another kingdom. The twang of a bowstring was first brought to the wolfess’s ears. Glancing up in the direction of the sound, Tsinga sniffed the air. There were others out here. But what for, Kura did not know.

The shadows of the trees provided no measure of camouflage for the youth among the whiteness of the snow. She cautiously moved towards the direction that Tsinga had indicated, letting her hand rest comfortably on the hilt of her katana. Getting closer, she could barely hear the sound of metal against wood. Moving closer to the group of trees, she could distinctly hear a familiar voice. Peter. The youth had no intention of encountering the king in these parts for surely his guards would be on high alert. However, she was curious at that the male was saying and swing nimbly into a tree to eavesdrop, sending a little shower of snow to the ground that she hoped the young man would miss. Up in her perch, she could distinguish no guards milling around the king, but instead the male’s trusty steed to which he was expressing his concerns.

[Akio]

*ACCEPTED

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~Eloquent as usual<3

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[Russ]

Lovely.