[h2][color=F5F5F5][b]Shidya Ustenko[/b][/color][/h2][hr][hr]

Shidya only half listened to the goading from opposite the wards.  Idle threats, little more.  If he could pass to her side, he would have already.  Not that she was ready to count on that.  Her greatest fear was in her ability to create the rune properly in such terrible conditions.  With her light gone, she was completely blind, the blood was thick and sticky and she constantly needed to re-wet her fingers and attempt to find where she left off. Lastly the rune she needed to make was too large, and the space under her cloak too small, but seeing as it was the one of the two thin defenses she had against something that had already killed multiple of her own people, she wasn’t about to part with it.

The cat bushed against her leg.  Shidya cursed it silently, and kicked it less so.  It responded with a hiss which she ignored, weighing her options as she groped the assortment of object in her sack. A vampire she could hold back, [i]maybe[/i].  She had no prideful illusions on her own skills; a Darkling would kill her outright. Either would smell her out before long. 


[color=F5F5F5]“I can’t imagine I’d provide much satisfaction after the feast you’ve already provided yourself with.”[/color] She stood, careful not to let the cloak fall. Not that it was of much use with the cat continuing to nip and mew at her ankles. She continued moving backwards, searching for the source of blood.