Urgal Hunting(Open)

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NOTE:This is only for Empire characters
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N'wor awoke and rubbed his eyes. He was trying to figure out why it was so hot then he remembered the orders he was given. He yawned and got dressed quickly, he had arrived two days earlier for scouting purposes and now he was on the edge of the desert at the rendezvous spot where a group of Imperial soldiers were to scout for any hostile urgal activity and eliminate it, the usual job.

N’wor pulled his scarf tightly around him and pulled out a map, he had marked the areas where he had scouted and found nothing and compared his markings to those of where the attacks have been recorded. The wind picked up and he pulled his scarf tighter around his face, he could tell another sandstorm was about to begin and he didn’t want to be caught in another one.

This makes no sense N’wor thought, he studied the map harder and found a spot he hadn’t scouted yet and it was where the attacks all could trace back to. He was going to take the group there but not immediately he had other areas he wanted to inspect but he didn’t want to go alone.

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A sharp burst of wind nearly blew him to the side, but he managed to stay on his feet with ease, years of practice in harsh surroundings had made him able to do so. His bangs obscured his vision and he had to raise his hand slowly to get them out of his eyes, pulling the scarf around his neck higher and over the lower-part of his face as he had finished bushing the bangs back.

He gazed around, cold blue took in everything around him. He had orders, but he wasn't planning yet to follow them, search out another spies in the wilderness that was the dessert. Hmm, maybe out of laziness? No, that couldn't be possible. Zephyr wasn't one to follow rules and orders, but he couldn't be called lazy, not in the least.

His eyes flickered downward for a moment, to the small bundle of fur clutched against his chest, the kitten had insisted in its own special way to remain close to him, but when it had felt the sand it had crawled in his clothes. He had sighed and tried to leave it behind, but it would use his nails each time that he tried too. He had to close his eyes again as another sharp burst of wind blew sand across his face, making it itch, but it wouldn't land in his eyes this time.

He had to chuckle softly though as the wind passed and he gazed at his hands, seeing phantom red still staining his hands. He shook his head again to suppress his amusement, but it couldn't be held back, the chuckle turned louder and louder till it could be called a cackle, mad with insaneness. He remembered his last 'victim' with ease, it was a delight to kill the female-spy. She was rather pretty and he would have used her, if not for the higher in command watching him.

His grin turned in a scowl as he remembered the one daring to command him, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. The man was rubbing in everyone's face that he could order Zephyr around, but not for long. Oh yes, Zephyr was already planning to slit the throat of the man when he was sleeping, would feast on the pouring, pulsing, still warm liquid.

He had to suppress a pleased shudder at the thought and slowly opened his eyes again, looking around "Now, where too?" He questioned the silence around him, yet the kitten wasn't able to answer his master as Zephyr took in a shadow of something moving against the background, with a tilt of his head witch made him look more like a bird he observed it.

He recognized it as a human soon so deemed it safe enough to approach, if he -he assumed it was a male- would prove dangerous he still could kill him, no one would find the rotting body here.

(Don't mind that I do with my new Empire charrie, hmm? ^^ My Zephyr muse is active XP)