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Her eyes glancing every now and then, her lips held a crooked smile as she went through the winding alleways, reaching a different entrance to the HeadQuarters. She entered and secured the entrance by watching the daylight fade as the magic closed the entrance behind her.

She rubbed the back of her neck and became slighty annoyed by the prespiration upon her skin; not to mention the smell that lingered from the refuse outside. Her eyes slitted as they adjusted to the dimness brought on by the flickering torches that adorned the underground castle walls.

Her eyes glanced at a secret passage way, one that lead to a series of them. Looking both ways, ensuring the coast was 'clear' she entered. She chuckled inwardly as she imagined all the new recruits having to walk the whole length of the headquarters. Raising up her hand and pressing gently upon the wall, she whispered the secret phrase, barely above a breath. The unique thing about these passage wasy was they were unknown; save for her Lord DeMarkus and her cunning self.

Tousling tresses now and then, her boots muffling her footsteps as always, she listened to the random chat that echoed along the narrow corridor. After climbing a flight of stairs as she had done earlier, she was now in her chambers.

Her hands at her leather corset, pulling at the leather strings holding it together at her front, she frowned in displeasure at the empty tub. Her top half done, she clenched her jaw. Storming outside her chambers she fumed with rage. To her luck, there were two 'servants' passing by. She grabbed one of them and yelled,

"Fetch me hot water!"

They knew who she was and did as they were told. Just as a spoiled child throwing a tantrum, she put her hands to her head and said outloud, "Useless!"

She slammed her chamber door, waiting impatiently. Soon after a timid knock sounded, "Took you long enough!" She barked. As the servants tended to her needs, readying the bath, she muttered and complained all the while.

"Finally! Be gone, you worthless curs!" She said as the bowed to her and exited the room.

Undressing fully, she slipped into the hot tub, her hair fastened into a bun at the top of her head. She reached over to the herbs on the little stand next to the tub, as she emptied it into the water she began to calm and become more at ease.

"Honestly. Can't anything be done right around here?" She said closing her eyes.

After a long soak in scented water, she felt much more refreshed and in a much better mood. She washed her hair with the remaining water left over in the bucket besides the tub. Now finished she dressed in tight leathers, of course, but this time, they were a skin tight suit and wore provacative boots with rather deadly heels. Fixing her hair up into a ponytail, she slicked her hair back. '

Exiting her room she assumed that her tub would be taken care of, why else would they have slaves about the castle? She made her way to the common room, seeing if anyone was present. Seeing the lesser clan members there she continued on to the dining room and stopped. She realized that she was rather hungry and was thinking of eating...but of course, what kind of person would she be if she didn't ask her dear Lord DeMarkus.

A calculating smile graced her lips as she walked back. This time, she used the open hallways, the regular passage ways to her Lord's chambers. She asked the guards along the way if they had seen the leader of the Death Clan. They answered promptly. It was quite awhile that he had arrived, one said.

She turned without even a syllable of gratitude. "Perhaps I will take my chance and ask him for a late dinner. Oh how he gets cross when woken up." She thought to herself, shivering as goosebumps trailed her forearms.

Sadistic and twisted, Leena the Cursed one was.

(You have a key, methinks. wink )

[ Time to break up the two lovers, methinks. 3nodding ]

Aureith was lingering around the area, clad in pure black as the usual, she decided not to be elegantly dressed in the HQ this eve'. She was rather curious about what was going on at the moment, lightweight legs almost effortlessly lifting her into jumps as she decided to hover and jump along the bushes and trees outside like a rampant monkey. Once she found herself towards the entrance of the secluded 'palace' she found her way in and weaved through corridoors and rooms, spying in on other fighters and little bugs who she could squish with foul comments for egotistical fun.

Piercing dark eyes were caved in stone, non existant emotion within them, just cold, bottomless depths of brown-black, full of intent as she slowly wandered ever closer to the Master Chambers. For the day she had no kills to her name, she didn't feel as if she needed them. Once she started weaving her way around again, she noticed at the distance the Master Chambers were open, the doors which were usually kept closed. Aure' couldn't say she was one of the closest to the leader, but she could always get away with a few sly comments without being throttled. Once again, she made a decision, Aure' walked towards the door and saw Leena oh-so-very-close to DeMarkus, there was no doubt she could get away with what she was about to say, as from her angle there could be no other situation being witnessed.

She broke their happy little moment and retorted, her black clad arms and fingertips crossing over her chest, the slit showing the only slash of flesh and her eyes were glimmering in bitter amusement. "Oh dear... Are my eyes fooling me or is M'Lord getting a little too close to a goon? And for all the wrong reasons, might I add." If her face could be seen, a grin would be appropriately slapped on it, she never really expressed no respect for anyone but DeMarkus, the other ranks did not apply, second-in-command, or however long these ranks went down to, even 1000th in command wouldn't phase her; to her, if they were lower than the top, they were still a goon. Her Katana remained strapped onto her back, although a shiruken was shimmering in the light, it being held within the confines of her gloved fingertips, she had it out before she came, but it was still indefinate her uses for it would be for somewhere else from this dinky little room...

Although she was proud of her form, when she looked at other women's who were more shaped, she thought of them as whores. Only because they actually flaunted themselves to exaggerate their features, suiting the position she gave them. Leena was no different, she was another whore who had an averagely important position, but still continued to dress to impress, but impress who? Her victims? Or possibly the Leader of the clan in hopes she gets special treatment.

Aure' would've snorted towards a cackle if it weren't for the fact it'd be inappropriate and difficult to recover if asked what in hell she was thinking about. Although she wouldn't be scared to say it, she deemed it an inappropriate time to start a catfight.

People would just call her mischevious for daring to toy with DeMarkus's nerves, some would call her just plain gutsy. Therefore she had no real title to her name, as she done a-many things sinful. She was simply Aureith, the murderer, the mischevious, the manipulative. And a-many more titles to choose from.

If this girl wasn't without a deathwish, she'd probably would've soiled herself. As the knife only cut away at the tie of her headwrap, with each sudden movement parts of it would fall away unintentionally, finally leaving her face in view, the face which she hid most of the time and somewhat thought about trying to cover it again, but there was other matters at hand.

Her hair was of a brown-black, it was at first a little twisted coil at the top of her head but freed itself and fell rather loosely in loose waves over her shoulders and just towards mid-back, her bangs were tucked in but now fell around her eyes and the pale flesh of her face, pools of brown glinting beneath the strands, "If it makes you feel any better, go on then. Excecute me." She simply said, life or death, either thing didn't really bother her, the shiruken had remained in her hand, the blade towards her palm just slightly pressing into the fabric covered flesh.

Once he told her to leave, she left, having taken the fabric which he got to rip by his blade. She was calm, her heart had only lept by the volume of his voice, other than that, she was at ease. Turning around, she walked off, her teeth gritting with annoyance for some unknown reason.