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Vel Anir.
Not exactly a town a shapeshifter wanted to find himself in but one full of opportunity. Joseph hated this place, deeply and with a passion, but at least the whiskey was clean. He could cloak himself easily here. No one paid attention to someone his size, a fact that was once painful but now could be used to his advantage. An advantage that was going to be crippling.
Four guards hung from the town walls, on the interior. No one knew how they had gotten there or what had happened. People appeared for morning market and there they were, covered in morning dew with their swollen tongues turning purple. Even worse for them, the Captain was one of them. Dead, stripped naked, with his balls stuffed in his mouth.
Joseph was having coffee in a nearby cafe when he heard the commotion. He walked outside with his coffee, which was more accurately coffee flavored whiskey, and looked at the chaos of the townsfolk attempting to take the dead men down. The guard would be on its way, angry and bristling. Demanding answers no one had. These men were alive on night duty, then they weren’t.
If they searched hard enough, they’d find Mab’s seal etched in glass shoved down each man’s throat. If not, it was carved onto their bellies. The clear indication being that Queen Mab of the Winter Court had sent someone hunting. It wasn’t entirely true; Joseph had acted entirely of his own accord and certainly not on Mab’s behalf. He was trying to start a war. It was a very prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.
The Wild Hunt had been recent and fae were in people’s minds. Hopefully, in the land where anything not human was hated, they would start putting the pieces together. If not, he would escalate to less deserving targets.
Not exactly a town a shapeshifter wanted to find himself in but one full of opportunity. Joseph hated this place, deeply and with a passion, but at least the whiskey was clean. He could cloak himself easily here. No one paid attention to someone his size, a fact that was once painful but now could be used to his advantage. An advantage that was going to be crippling.
Four guards hung from the town walls, on the interior. No one knew how they had gotten there or what had happened. People appeared for morning market and there they were, covered in morning dew with their swollen tongues turning purple. Even worse for them, the Captain was one of them. Dead, stripped naked, with his balls stuffed in his mouth.
Joseph was having coffee in a nearby cafe when he heard the commotion. He walked outside with his coffee, which was more accurately coffee flavored whiskey, and looked at the chaos of the townsfolk attempting to take the dead men down. The guard would be on its way, angry and bristling. Demanding answers no one had. These men were alive on night duty, then they weren’t.
If they searched hard enough, they’d find Mab’s seal etched in glass shoved down each man’s throat. If not, it was carved onto their bellies. The clear indication being that Queen Mab of the Winter Court had sent someone hunting. It wasn’t entirely true; Joseph had acted entirely of his own accord and certainly not on Mab’s behalf. He was trying to start a war. It was a very prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.
The Wild Hunt had been recent and fae were in people’s minds. Hopefully, in the land where anything not human was hated, they would start putting the pieces together. If not, he would escalate to less deserving targets.