Private Tales Truths In Blood

[Seyah]

"Or if she's even there." Seyah pointed out with a slight frown, her gaze following the point Theron had drawn her to. "But it is the best we have."

As Theron began to stalk forward, Seyah quietly fell into step behind him.

Her now less slight form was still lithe enough for her steps to be muted even on the heavy cobbles. The leather boots she wore pressing quietly as the two of them approached one of the two outbuildings. Outside it stood no guards, but that didn't mean there weren't many inside.

The windows of the building had been painted over black, and nothing allowed them a view within. Seyah frowned for a moment, head turning towards her companion as she reached up and gently scraped a nail against the window. "On the inside."

She cursed, then glanced towards the front door.

"You're going to just have to...walk in." The Blood Witch contended.

It would be fine. Probably. He looked like Throgmir, he'd just have to act like him too.

 

[Theron]

"Fuck." The curse itself didn't have the same release it did with his own voice, for Throgmir had a smoother cadence that was natural and not performed, as Theron had always thought.

He stared at Seyah, scowling furiously at this point in their plans. "Don't let anyone see you..." And he wondered what other abilities a Blood Witch could have. Perhaps she could turn into the mists of shadows, able to be hidden from view so that he hadn't need to worry about her being out here on her own.

Theron half turned away, dropping his head back to take a breath. He closed his eyes, foreign eyes, and recalled how Throgmir acted during those hours he had spent following him all day. Theron knew Throg was not his real name, had heard a rumour fae didn't like giving out their true names for some odd reason, but he made it his own. He had confidence, gall to throw about his power and standing amongst Polgir's men.

"Fuck." His favourite word still ruined, Theron shook himself out and readjusted himself. Being in this body meant it knew what was natural if he just let himself fall into the memory of Throgmir.

The male that turned the door handle and opened the door was no longer Theron. Throgmir graced the entry room, his eyes looking about.

No one was there, but voices could be heard in one of the rooms near.

Throgmir followed.