The Outcasts Of Skyrim IC
Out of Character!
All of her training, all the preparation for this event, and the fact that she had every advantage at this point did nothing to calm Tomika's nerves. Even if her attack went off without a hitch, it would be the first person she had directly killed with her own hands, and the anticipation was killing her.
Hiding high above her targets, nestled snugly in a cold, wet outcropping, Tomika was peering through the rain at the people she would be fighting. Currently, the group of four were frantically setting up tents, trying to hide from the seasons strongest storm. Despite how comical it was to watch tent parts being ripped from their grasp by the wind, or seeing any number of them falling to the wet ground, Tomika remained silent, and still as a grave. These people, agents of the Silver Hand, would thoughtlessly murder her given the chance, and she would show them the same consideration. Though honestly, she had not idea how to go about it. They were trained to handle her kind, and she had never fought as a werewolf. She would have to employ a more guileful method than simply transforming and assaulting them directly. At any rate, these people had tents, and eventually would have a fire.
After the storm let up some, Tomika finally resigned herself to her fate. She was cold, soaking wet, and didn't even know if she had it in her to kill these people. She quietly retreated from her overlook and worked her way off the side of the small mountain, following the road back around to the camp. Despite how late at night it was, and the light rain that still clouded the air, their sentry spotted her almost before she saw him. The man walked out into the road to meet her with one hand on his swords hilt. She forced a smile, making a rather convincing display of it, and stopped at she she figured was just out of the mans reach. should he draw his sword, she would easily be able to outrun him, being a lighter person with much less armor. That little bit of security meant little to her, however, as she could literally smell the mans silver sword, and it took a decent amount of focus to not look at it or appear sick.
"excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have a little extra room in your camp would you? I didn't anticipate a storm, and now that I'm all wet i don't think i can make the trip."
The man carefully looked her over as he spoke, "we have room, but we don't just allow strangers into our camp. We don't know anything about you, you could stab us in our sleep."
Ironically, that was more or less what she had in mind.
"please...I just need to dry off before I set out again. I'll leave as soon as I'm able, I don't need to sleep."
The man sighed, and motioned for her to follow. After a few moments, they had her covered with a blanket, situated close to the fire, and her cloths on a rack they had made out of sticks, drying out. The clouds were thick, but quickly thinning, revealing bits of the moon occasionally, which she couldn't help but to look at it. It was incredibly entrancing for her, filling her with a calm, blissful feeling, which had not gone unnoticed. One of them sat down next to her, having dragged a rock of similar size next to her own. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees.
He said something, but she was totally out of it, her eyes fixed to the sky. The clouds were slowly rolling away from the moon. The man reached over and pushed lightly on her shoulder. Looking around she realized that they were all wearing their armor still. All of them were armed, and watching her.
The man next to her stood and slowly drew his sword. Tomika threw her blanket off and jumped away, coming down behind her rock, close to her equipment
"Don't make any sudden movements! Were you bitten recently?"
Tomika frantically begged for her life, "I wont change! I promise, I can control it! please don't kill me!"
She started to reach for her knife, but touched nothing but a bare leg.
As the man started to advance, Tomika turned, snatched up her bag, and sprinted away, a sword missing her narrowly. The group chased after her, but had little chance of gaining on her, weighed down by their equipment as she had anticipated. What she didn't expect, however, was one of them drawing his bow. Though she was well ahead of them and quickly distancing herself, the long stretch of road allowed him plenty of time to loose
an arrow on her. The missile soared down the road, and found its mark, driving itself into her forearm. Tomika screamed in pain, the silver of the arrowhead burning deeply, and quickly turned off the road, losing herself in the woods.