[Masq-of-madness]

(( Just an explaination for why Sarai's been away for so long. Thanks to Imoteph for sketching this idea out for me! I'll be writing about it more as I get the time to do so ))

The sharp winds of a cold night wouldn’t be the only thing to send a chill down the spine of Hajark Nelim… being an informant of the (infamous) cult leader Imoteph, he had no doubt met with many of his most trusted spies and assassins. However, meeting someone so young and, eager to cause suffering for nothing more than gleeful enjoyment would almost disturb him…

How could something so delicate in apperance, something so soft and beautiful be so cruel and twisted?

But beauty is only skin deep..

She stared deep into his eyes, a soft smile on her face… “You have something for me, don’t you?” - the words so sweet as they left her violet coloured lips, her head cocked slightly to one side as her arms stayed behind her back.

He knew better though… He knew this gentle form she had on her face was nothing more than a mask. A mask covering complete madness. He knew just from this, that she was the person who was sent to meet with him. He was only told vaguely of her personality… or rather… personalities. But from just looking into her eyes, he could almost see for himself the years of torment that have corrupted the beautiful flower that stood before him. Its petals black with hatred for anything that would oppose her twisted sense of enjoyment.

“Well? …”

She said with a soft voice, still smiling… the soulless smile of a maniac. Her eyes widening as they almost pierced his skull with a mere look.

A feeling of gratitude flushed through his body for a brief moment… gratitude that she had not been sent to dispose of him…

With a stern expression, he gave to her a small parchment. On it was a simple list. The list had what she could make sense of as a location, and beside it, a name. Her back stood straight as she looked at the writings with her bottom lip stuck out.

“You know, this would be just lovely if I actually knew what this meant!” she brought the paper down to her waist with a swift movement looking at stern looking man before her. “All I see is a list of scenic locations! Oh, and a few names! Are these people I’m supposed to make sweet love with?” a wide, beaming grin broke out across her face in amusement “What kinda’ girl do yah take me for eh? - there’s men AND women on this list! I’m being spoilt for choice ‘ear!” for a brief moment she laughed. Her laughter stopping just as sudden as it started.

“What’s this for then? There’s a list of items beside each name too… I can‘t afford be giving a wild stab in the dark … yet” her voice broke into a deep croak. As if it were another person entirely speaking… but those who knew Sarai would know that this certainly was the case.

“So tell me! Just what is it that makes these sacks of meat so important then? I‘m sure making this trip to Messantia has been worth every second, don‘t tell me it hasn‘t” she almost growled out

“Imoteph has entrusted you with a task young Sarai! - Of this your no doubt aware. I assume he has no doubts that you will bring him news of your absolute success, seen as he has sent you out alone”

As Harjark took a few steps forward to the side of Sarai, he pointed down at the paper she held, drawing her attention to the writings on it.

“On here are as you said, there are the names of a few “scenic locations” along with a person beside each! You are to collect some rather.. “special” items from them all, and bring them to your master..”

“Take them by whatever means you see fit…” his words sketched a smile on her face.

“No reason to keep them waiting now!” as Sarai began to stroll forwards, she stopped almost suddenly. Her head turning around in a swift jerking motion - parting her sweet, blonde hair from her sinister expression… “Before I forget, I do have, one question!”

The man’s face stiffened somewhat… he knew exactly what she was going to ask… in fact, he was almost surprised to not hear it to start with… thinking about what would happen, he almost didn’t want to hear the question leave her lips. Even though this was the first time they had met, he knew full well that she would savour every moment of their untimely demise… he could tell, just from looking into the empty shell she was from her eyes…

“No…” he said.

Her face almost turning to almost child-like dissapointment

“Their lives arn't important.... they mean nothing to your master... feel free to kill them”

As the words entered her ears, a smile slowly spread across her face. Her cheeks rising with delight.

“I’ve only just met you and already you know me well! … My my, I’m starting to like you already!”

Her pace picked up as she walked into the distance. Her vibrant (and revealing) tasset blowing in the wind. She left with nothing but exictement… a soft laugh echoing through his ears, ringing loudly as if it were a bell. The soft “Eh-heh-heh-heh-heh” noise that could only mean one thing.

She was going to enjoy this little “game“…

[VonDreken]

Mmmm... *sniffs the air*
How sadistic

~~Vonnie

[Kristeva]

Saraaaai! when you get back? *pouts*

[Masq-of-madness]

When mah computer decides it dosn't wanna be a raging homosexual and actually let me play Conan properly! Honestly, I have super amounts of trouble logging in but if I have the patiance I can EVENTUALLY log in.... after a good half hour of trying, at least!

[Masq-of-madness]

The girl sighed heavily.... it was apprent she was bored out of her mind. Her face, slumped in the palm of her right hand as she sat on the small ship that would take her to Tortage. Despite the company around her manning the vessel, she felt as though she was alone, and so far from entertained she didn't even think about how hungry she was.

"This isn't very fun..... is it?"

".... No" she thought to herself

Her lazy eyes, just as emotionless as the rest of her expression. Sarai never was one to just sit around... her posture wasn't ever phased on her journey.

"It won't be long now 'dear!" a man approached her from one side of the vessel to the other. It was the smuggler captain, a man Sarai promised to reward should he and his small crew of thugs take her to the island of Tortage un-noticed.

If she left for the island any other way, her target could find out. After all, he was one of Imoteph's imformants. There was a possibility that he had heard of the prophets latest tool of despair coming for him, and should he be alerted of this danger, he would most certainly leave for a new location. If the infomation she obtained from Nafa Iheketa was correct, she should have no trouble in finding him....

Sarai couldn't afford to loose her prey, but she was confident in her abilites as an assassin. A little too confident prehaps, but it wasn't the weapons she used that made her terrible nature known... it was the means.

Like a sentance spoken, it wasn't what she said....

It was how she said it...

She didn't pay much attention to him though, she simply acknoledged what he had said with a lengthy gaze.

"So what yah' going ta tortage for anyway pretty?" he stayed still before her despite the obvious tone on the girls face that his company wasn't one she asked for

"None of your buisness...." she replied in a low, gravelly voice

Taken back, his expression quickly snapped to a mixture of confusion and irritation. He looked as though he was about to say something, but instead he just left with a snarl.

Eventually they landed at one of the Islands shores. A group of barely than half a dozen and women stood by the small boat that brought Sarai to the island. Sarai eyed the group that brought her to her destination, her eyes squinted from the sheer power of the light.

"See! Tortage, as you said, and un-noticed! Now...."

Sarai turned her attention to the groups leader with only her eyes

"What about my payment?"

The group of thugs that manned the few oars that were used on the small boat stood by, simply watching. They could just about make what was going on... Looking at each other, they grabbed for the hilts of their weapons ready to strike the girl down without a moments hesitation.

Her entire body twisted into beaming excitment, hopping up to the man who was, obviously confused at this sudden change of nature "Awrrrr you wanna be paid now don't you? Well! Guess what! I aint got nuttin' on me!"

The mans face was blank, but an expression of annoyance, if not hatred slowly formed on his face as Sarai patted him on the head, "There there! Maybe next time!"

As she giggled childishly, her arm was quickly snatched by the man before her. "Now listen 'ere you damned lunatic! I expect to be paid!" she stared into his eyes with a wide expression, her smile un-phased.

They looked at each other for a longing moment, the sounds of the jungle getting louder in the silence around the shadey characters upon the shore

"I can't pay you..."

Her voice soft but her expression all the same. "What are you doing?! Just finish this! Stop playing with him!" the cold voice spoke out in her head "Stop these games! Now!" the voice continued to shout at her counter-persona.

The man's grip loosened as he praticularly threw her arm aside. "This girl's trying ta' cheat us out! What do you think we should do eh?"

The group before him cheered, some for blood, some for sex, but their cheers stopped all the same as they realised something was wrong with the man before them. He started to choke on his words. His body stiff as he started to cough. Blood oozing out from his mouth slowly.

The body spasmed lightly as it fell to the ground with a soft thump. A dagger thrust into his lower back. Before the others knew it, she was gone. Running into the jungle. Pursuit was made to avenge their fallen comrade and leader, but one by one they suffered the same fate. Split up in the jungle, alone or beside another, in panic or blind bravery. But never the less, they all perished the same. One by one.