She was perched upon the steeple of a nearby temple, snow falling lightly on her black pelt, helping her to blend in with the surroundings. She was still, and if one did not look closely they probably could not tell that she was real...breathing...watching. Her yellow eyes glanced back and forth every now and then, her perked ears picking up on every single movement around her. She had been trained well, and there was nothing that could distract her from the mission tonight.
Arcane, lucain form still upon her, looked still and calm. Wrong. Inside her heart was beating a million times a minute, and her little sweat beads helped to melt the snow. This was wrong, this was crazy, this was...scary. And Arcane had seen scary.
For her whole life the Lucain had killed, assassinated, murdered, all of it. Her heart had been torn from good to evil and no one side had been winning in a long time. The monks happily chattered on by as they entered the temple, and she wished desperately to be in the warm, loving glow of the candles. But what was going on here kept her mind straight.
For months now she had had this eerie feeling that she was being watched. Whether she was in classes, home, or on missions...something had had their eye on her. More than once did Arcane grab her bow and arrow and fire into the darkness, or wave a sword at thin air. Paranoia was getting the best of her and tonight she was going to end the misery. Whatever was watching her must have come here as well, correct? Then she would confront it, and if needed, a battle would be started. More like war. Fear wrenched at her heart and ran through her cold blood, and for a few moments she wished she could just be normal like Veronica. But things could never be that easy. It was then she saw them.
Red, beady eyes, visible through the white snow. Staring. Glaring.