Hear that?

[Evika]

Dead of night. The lush green blades of grass that layer the forest floor were glittering brightly with freshly spilled bright red rubies. Only a few feet away lay the body of a man, eyes open, mouth a gap with a river of blood flowing out onto the ground. He wore a black suit, tidy and neat, portly man and bald. It was obvious he was someone important. He was actually very important, a boss of a local gang. He hid out in the forest to avoid the very thing that was bestowed on him this night. Once he had caught word who was after him, he knew he had to hide. His very suit was soaked in his blood however, the cut was clean and neat, obviously profesional.

"When it's just the two of us we'll have the world and all it's charms"a voice sang happily.  A gleaming silver blade was drenched in blood. The singer snatched a rag from her pocket and began to clean the blade."And when the world is through with us, we'll have each other's arms" she continued to sing as she wiped her blade clean. Evika's bright eyes looked down at the still cadaver. He wasn't dead yet. Bubbles were escaping his mouth"Dont swallow it, you will create a stone in your stomach" she directed giggling a bit. The man continued to gargle his own blood."That's the story of..."she slowly walked over to the man "Thats the glory of love"and with that she leaned down, unsheathing a small dagger. And with one strong thrust stabbed him through the ear. His passing was quick.

"I hate sqiumers"she groaned. She looked through her bag"Now how should I get rid of your body?" she questioned. Sifting through her bag she found a small squirt bottle. The liquid's scent was strong. She squirted it all over the body"Play a little, lose a little, even bruise a little that's the story of that's the glory of..." the strike of a match and then glowing flames"Love..." Evika watched the body burn, holding her noise cause the smell was so strong. She waited into the fire died out. She began to look through her bag again, recovering a small pouch. She dipped her hand in it and dribbled a purple bright dust over the remains and within seconds they disengrated."Done."placing the pouch back in her bag she grabbed a notepad checking off a name. "One down"

[Chesa]

Though she was far from alone. In trees crouched a young woman. She looked no older then sixteen, but she was much much older. Her appearance was almost alien. Her hair was dark, with a tint of purple to it. Her skin was fair, with a hint of the moons color to it. Her eyes a piercing Emerald color, though by far her strangest feature were the long, deep purple, scaley, almost elf like ears that jutted out from the side of her head. She peered down at the girl bellow her. She seems a bit...quirky... She thought. Honestly, the man had been her target, but Ehlana did not mind sharing. She rather watch anyways. She was expected to work far too much for someone of her level. She was part of the Eenu. A Commander in their ranks at this time. Normally she wasn't sent out to do such small things on her own, her job to command the ranks of their covert soldiers. The Eenu were not assassins, they were not body guards, they were not mercenaries. They were all of that, in one, organized group.

Contracted to take out the gang, her people were taking care of a small section of them, while she had left to find their leader, but it seemed as who ever had contracted them in the first place was either not the only one who wanted this man dead, or didn't trust her people to get it done. Normally she would've stayed where she was, or simply returned to her people, but the pure nuttiness of the girl intrigued her. After all, she was a bit of a nut herself.

She dropped from her perch into the clearing. Now in the open, the scattered beams of moon light flashed across her pale face, sending a shimmer of light across her face, bringing into view the most prominent features of her face. One being a black tattoo that swirled on her cheek, the second being a dark, hideous scare that ran from the corner of her other cheek, up across the bridge of her nose and over the opposite eye. A horrible memory that refused to leave her be. She watched the girl, fingering the stone that hung around her neck. The source of her pain and power. "Seems you have company," She pointed out.

[Evika]

The voice rang through Evika’s ears. She had known someone was watching her ,but she did not know they would make their presence know. She stood up straight, puffin her chest out a bit. “Who goes there?” Evika questioned arming her bow and aim it at the ground. She took a few steps back from the corpse and her eyes scanned the thick, wooded area for something. She glared out into the tree canopy. “Come on out. I wont hurt you” Evika coaxed in a sic kingly sweet voice.

She had no plans to hurt whoever was watching her, only if they attack her first then she would have to fight right. She took steps back so her back was against a tree. No one could come behind and she wouldn’t be surprised. Her ears twitched. Something elves do, listening for more words to find this hidden person.