Recent content by Abandon

Just like discarding a wet towel on the floor, Abandon dropped her helpless little girl act as soon as Love appeared from the shadows (which was actually just the darkened doorway of the guest bedroom, not very scary to watch from her end of the hall). She stood up from behind the cabinet she'd...

Invisible strands pulled taught across the hallway, nearly closelining Abandon as she stalked forward. She ducked low over the first few, but now found her path blocked. In the middle of the hallway, no way to back up and no way to go forward without stepping into one of those sticky lines of...

Yarrow was doing that thing where she was pretending to be nice but was actually seething about something. The second you don't say that she uttered made the hairs on the back of Abandon's neck stand up, and she scratched her claws against the grain of the table in agitation. She didn't have...

Blearily, Mr. Raimer ambled towards his bedroom, which was on the second floor, and appeared to be the last room at the end of the hall. The candlelight glinted off each door handle in turn that he shuffled past. Closer than she liked, but not too close, Abandon followed behind. But when she...

Their arms decoupling, Yarrow fell in step behind Abandon, which she knew was her cue to take the lead again. She had only a couple of moments to decide on a disguise as they walked through the door. The wonderful thing about being short was that Abandon could be whatever age she wanted. Just...

Dark eyes flicked to 'Father' Love, and she did all she could to keep the scowl off her face. It wasn't that she doubted his faith, it was just that their philosophies were so different. One of them had to be wrong about it all, and it certainly wasn't her. "We are all born of sin, Love," she...

Could she feel Yarrow's blood boiling just under the skin? Abandon thought about is as she clung closer to her companion's arm, and braced herself for the scolding. I see. No, not a hint of anger, which was much scarier. Abandoned nodded at Yarrow's assessment of the target's stink, shaking...

She saw Love skulking towards the east side of the house. The window he crawled through had fresh, white drapes half-drawn to let the cool night air in. A bedroom. Abandon slipped out of the rose bushes, after Mister Raimer walked past. He wasn't paying attention to anything behind him, because...

Of course it was the right key! Abandon bristled proudly as her handiwork was examined, approved, and handed back to her. Not a sound left her as she pocketed the shiny thing once more. Just a solemn nod at Yarrow's little smile. Without even really thinking about it, Abandon let the taller...

Ugh, she hated it when Love lectured her! They were the same damn age, and the same damn rank, and yet he still found ways to act like he was so far above everybody else. Abandon wasn't fooled. She knew exactly how Love felt about competition. Why else had he decided to show off with such a big...

Alliria was too bright! The white stone gleamed even at night, even in the gloomy overcast of rain, and left few places for shadows to pool. Hiding spots were slim pickings. That's why Mister Raimer could barely hide his altercation with some poor woman as he strode out of the alley, and why...

Elbion was her favorite place to hunt in. Hundreds of shingled rooftops piled on top of each other. Dark alleyways and ruined buildings left behind in the aftermath of the Great Dragoning of 370, and despite it all the city's beautiful, well-educated civilians had still not learned to keep their...

"Quantity isn't everything," Abandon purred from behind the two of them. She was sitting cross-legged atop a nearby table, and had been for some time. It wasn't her intention to sneak up on her fellow assassins. Just force of habit. "Perhaps if you were more... patient... Diaz, you might be...

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