Atsila Tsalagi walks along the road..dusk falling. She carries her ebony black crow named Pox. She silently kept her dark emerald eyes on the kingdom city ahead.
".. Help me my sweet pox.."
She pets his feathers and let's him fly up..her vision now his. Her human still walks..now ghost eyed.
Pox trills low at his mistress touch and takes off. One of his navy eyes become her emerald green as he flies. Both him in her see the city ahead. First opening is the open market. They see what seemed like bodies from a massacre. He caws loudly and returned to her arm.
Atsila Tsalagi and Pox await at the market gates. Beyond them is a massacre scene being cleaned. Pox flew ahead as Atsila starts to enter the place..her black hood drawn over her pale face. A kid sees her and almost yells witch!.. but she puts her fingers to her lips say shush...the kid falls to the ground unnoticed and she steps over the newly added body.
Pox sees his mistress take care of the boy and smirks.
'as usual..mistress silenced a crying lamb'
Pox flies around the marketplace and caws finding a stall of her interest.
the witch hears her Crows call and goes to the stall he's perched atop. She sees it's a apocathary stall. She sifts through the vials..smirking in a semi disgusted way at the low quality of the items
" Is this all you have..?".
Atsila asks as Pox lands on her shoulder..fluttering his wings
".. y..yes miss. It's all I can afford to get."
She looks at the merchant in a disapproving way and sways her hand. At which Pox attacked the merchants eyes til the merchant fell dead behind the counter dead. She then left the stall.
A Doctor like man watched the witch.
he would spot this and walk over to astila
"My my miss that was very rude. she was a kind women who was poor she didn't deserve to die.."
"...kind on the outside maybe..but unkind on the inside.."
She holds a vial from the shop and explains the dried contents
".. the label read..'Rosemary & Clover.. the actual contents are Devil's Mugwort...lying to others on medicines...not truly evil enough..but a vile way none the less.... besides..she'll be reborn..with better sight. ..won't she pox?.."
The male then spoke again:
"She was surviving...sometimes lying is inevitable, sometimes it's ok and sometimes its not" he would have his raven land on his arm "You made the wrong decision...your going to suffer one day"
".. hmm..will I now..? We shall see Mr. Plague Doctor." The witch spoke back in a eerily calm manner.
"Dont worry it will come sooner than you expect, and my name is Dr. Raven Claw not Mr. Plague Doctor"
The man finally introduced himself to the witch in a haughty manner.
" interesting name...for a creature such as you. I have a question Dr. plague... because I can 'see' more then you...but...how can one judge a black spirit..when his is as marred and black as pitch as theirs?.." Atsila asks genuinely interested in his answer but remained emotionless.
"By determining if there spirit is even worse than the person themselves, and watch your manners lady your being very rude" Raven Claw replied back in a matter of fact tone of voice.
Atsila pets Pox and laughs at the male. Her cackling echos among the semi silent market.
".. ahhh... Sir claw.... What happens when they match his spirit..what decision then..?.."
She turns to follow Pox as he flies ahead of his mistress
Infuriated at her lack of understanding..a knife came out if his sleeve into his hand as he attempted to stab straight into atsila stomach. the whole time he'd gradually been getting close enough to make it hard to dodge. if it connected it would inject a tranquilizer into astila paralyzing her in seconds.
pox sensed a danger n swiftly came back talons out at the males eyes..driving him back before the blade touched his mistress.. his black feathers ruffles and his caws rung out in anger.
she moved as Pox defended. Her hand glows a blood red lifting the male and sent him flying in to a nearby stall
".. nice attempt...until next time.."
With this she disappears in a haze of mist and Pox flews away over the stone wall.
the doctor would slap the burden away from his eyes before getting sent flying back. he would flip and spin mid air landing on his feet now with a scar under his eye. furious he stormed out of the market.