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[Dire Cheesecake]

The moons hung high in the sky as Delila locked the door to the bakery. It had been a long day and she found herself nodding off as she walked down the deserted streets to her home. Not really paying attention to where she was going, she was suddenly jolted awake when she tripped on a lose cobblestone. A sharp pain shot through her ankle and she nearly fell flat on her face, barely catching herself on the wall of a nearby building. “Ouch.” She complained, as she looked down at her foot. It didn’t seem as if it were broken, probably just twisted it the wrong way. She sighed, “What a way to end a day. At least I made some good business.”

She glanced up at the full Masser. As the clouds that had been covering Secunda from view moved aside, she spotted a strange silhouette atop a building ahead. She couldn’t make out much, except that the shape looked somehow bestial. Then suddenly, it moved. What seemed to be its head turned to face her and she heard a faint sniffing sound. That was enough for her and she ducked into a nearby alley as quickly as the pain in her leg would allow her.

She leaned against the wall, her heart racing. “Ok, calm down, Delila, that was nothing, you’re just hallucinating from overwork. That’s right, you’re just….going insane…” she shook her head, “Ahg, I need sleep.” She pushed off the wall and started limping down the alley, despite her rationalizations she couldn’t bring herself to step back out into the main street. Suddenly she heard it, it was just a whisper, yet somehow she could make out the words. “…hunger…” She stopped again and looked around, but she saw nothing. Shaking her head, she continued onward, reaching the end of the alley. Clouds had once again covered the moons as she peaked out onto another large street, looking both ways before stepping out of the alleyway. Just then, she heard a sound behind and above her, and she quickly looked in the direction. There, poking over the edge of the roof of the building behind her was a massive, furred head, with large ears, and eyes that glowed with an eerie white light.

That was when Delila panicked. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she broke into a run. Ignoring the agony in her left ankle, she dashed for the alley across the street, after this, it was only one more block until the gate out of the Market District. “If only I can make it that far-” her thoughts were cut short when a massive shape flew over her head, bounced off the right wall of the alley, and landed in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the creature, though she found that in the dark she could make out nothing other than the shape of a large head, those glowing eyes, and pearly white, six inch long fangs coming from its mouth. It had in fact opened its mouth, and it uttered in a deep, growling voice; “Hungry.” Delila stood frozen with fear, despite a small voice in the back of her head, screaming at her to run, to do something, she was no warrior, or mage, just a baker’s assistant. She felt a strange sensation, and heard a rushing in her ears, as the world seemed to dim, and her legs started to shake. As darkness claimed her, she saw the face moving towards her.

[Dire Cheesecake]

Well while I have a really long chapter of Be'Ghir's side already written, I just finished this one from Delila's side. It's about the same length as the last I think. Sorry if it sucks, I'm actually having a bit of trouble coming up with stuff to write for Delila's plot, combat scenes make things allot longer but Delila isn't much of a combatant..

VII
Delila dropped down to the walkway and looked up to see the grate being pushed closed above her. The stench was not so bad this time of day since most people had been asleep all night, and their waste had been washed away with the current. Delila pressed forward, it would be better if she were on a ship before the sun rose.

It would have been practically impossible to memorize the layout of the massive network of sewer tunnels and ducts running beneath the imperial city, so the only way to keep from getting lost was to follow the tunnels that went in the right direction until you reached you destination. With that in mind Delila took out her compass and started heading towards the south west. After several minutes of walking she heard the sound of wind in the distance, “I must be getting close now.” She thought, hurrying forward. In her haste she failed to notice the figure waiting in the darkness until it stepped forward and revealed itself.

“Well if it isn’t Miss Black Cat.” Said a familiar voice. Delila nearly jumped out of her skin, as she whipped around to face the source of the voice. A Bosmer with sandy orange hair was watching her.

“Quarril? Wha- uh, what are you doing here?” She stuttered in surprise.

The Bosmer raised an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, I thought you preferred the sewers to be beneath you… But then again, it doesn’t really matter, does it? My business is mine and yours in yours. Whatever you’re doing here, you ought to be careful where you come up, there’s quite a commotion amongst the watch up above.” He paused for a moment, looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

“Uh… well…” Delila started.

“Don’t tell me you got caught again! I… am… so… sick… of… you… With the Council’s new policies there’s no room here for childish amateurs who want to play dress up.” The Bosmer snapped, advancing towards her.

Delila was startled by the sudden outburst, and she stumbled backwards, nearly causing her to fall into the channel. “Quarril, I… I’m leaving the city today, hopping the next ship to Bravil.”

Quarril stopped, and smiled at her jeeringly “Oh? Is that so Miss Black Cat? Well then by all means, please continue. Don’t let me stop you…” Quarril stepped aside, still smiling menacingly.

Delila watched Quarril warily as she walked past but then broke into a run, continuing down the passage as quickly as possible and away from him. She had known him for several years, and had come to think of him as a friend, she’d had no idea that he felt that way about her. Still, now was not the time to get emotional, she had to find that exit.

After a while she saw sunlight up ahead and continuing on she found what she had been searching for, a drainage pipe leading out of the sewers, it was about two feet in diameter which made it easy for her to get through, though Be’Ghir certainly wouldn’t have managed it. Finally she found herself squinting into the early morning light. Once her eyes had adjusted to the light she looked around trying to get her bearings. A ways to her right was the harbor, with many ships docked at its piers; a few looked like they would be heading out soon.

Delila removed her mask and stuffed it into her backpack before heading towards the docks. Without it she looked more like just another adventurer looking for passage down the Nibenay. Still, she was careful to avoid the eyes of guards; it was only a matter of time before word reached them about the events in the city, if it hadn’t already. She was passing The Bloated Float, docked at its usual spot next to a sign advertising cheap rooms and meals when she noticed something quite odd. It was moving away from the dock. She stared for a moment, wondering if she was experiencing some sort of illusion, but no, it was indeed moving. “Well, where ever it’s going it isn’t here.” She thought, running after the ship and catching a rope dangling off of the side. “Hm, I sure hope we stop in Bravil.”

This post has been edited by Dire Cheesecake: May 12 2007, 03:32 PM