Teresa's eyes widened as she watched the bird flutter onto the little girl's hand, which was grubby from playing. "Is that a trained bird?" she asked Apple, never taking her eyes off of the beautiful litte bird.
"Something isn't right about her," Vaughn said in a low voice. It was meant for no other ears but his own, but the girl's mother was close enough to hear him. Ever superstitious, the older woman snatched the girl's hand and drew her back and out of the street. This attracted the attention of the other villagers. A passing glance or nod turned in to full stares. The children were oblivious to the tension and scampered around the horses, making the gelding uneasy, and then ducking behind some of the houses.
Teresa gripped her reins, and Vaughn's hand brushed the hilt of the sword that hung at his waist.
"Well," he called to Apple. "Is it?"

The commoners were advancing upon the three of them, meaning to hold the "witch" and her "accomplices". 

Nylat sat on the edge of the thick woods; the spot she currently sat in was close to the center of the territory she claimed. Of course, being a lone creature, she did not claim much, but her strength secured what she did have as her own. With a flick of her ears, she glanced back into the woods. She'd never been in the thickest part and, quite frankly, she didn't care to. Ill rumors circulated over the fact that no creature or group could hold the area long before they were taken over my misfortune. Some said that the thickest parts were guarded by a strong spirit that kept away the unpure, others said that a beast of sorts lived there, feasting on unsuspecting creatures. Personally, she didn't believe either.

With a snort at the thought, she stood, shaking stray leaves out of her pelt. She trotted off at a decent pace, out onto the lonely plains. There were few animals out here, and as a result, little prey. Most of the plains were unclaimed, and had been that way for as long as any could remember. After a while, she picked up her pace to a lope, venturing far out of her territory. She was unconcerned about challengers. No one wanted as little land as she held.

The plains seemed even quieter now than they had ever been. Not a single beast stirred. Even the occasional elf village seemed subdued today. It was just one of those days. A day that the whole world decided to just calm down. She appreciated these days. They helped her relax. And the more relaxed she was, the less her side hurt.

Oh, how she despised the goblin tribe that had given her those scars. They had caught her unaware, riding their oversized beasts they called wolves. They'd almost gotten her back to their leader, thinking her dead, before she'd become conscious again. She had been lucky that only the three scars she currently bore were the only three wounds that had scarred. She was always on the lookout for goblins, now.

She slowed her pace, now in the middle of nowhere. A glance around her confirmed that no one was anywhere around her. With a sigh, she flopped over on her good side. She might as well rest before going back. There was no rush. She'd hunted earlier, after all.

The noises broke the silence then giving trace to her mistake. She hadn't been running away from the noise, but toward it. Just a minute or two later and she would have bolted into these strangers camp... meaning they would have had to die and since it wasn't exactly neccesary, a needless death it would have been. It was crucial though that she remained in the shadows for death was carried with Esta like a blood hound on her trail. She brought death; She was the bringer of fire, the scavanger of the souls of the land and the sky, the one who filled the onlookers with hate and fear with a single glance. Maybe Esta was actually death humanized... it would make sense after all but somehow it was doubtful.

With a slowing of her steps, the shade girl came to a halt, ducking behind a tree and breathing slowly as colors other than the familiar greens and browns flickered in the trees not to far away. The wind whispered against her ears, telling her what she needed to know.... there were three there but more were coming. It wasn't safe here anymore. It hadn't been safe here ever.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the girl calmed her nerves and steadied herself. In a almost imperceptible move of speed and grace, Esta jumped forward to grab the branch of the tree in front of her. Without even a rustle of leaves, the girl was pulled up and hidden in the green foliage. If those humans came her way, the attackers first would get a dagger through the heart followed swiftly by the death of the three that were being persecuted. No one would see her. Running it over in her head again, Esta's small round face made a soft nodding gesture as she watched. Death of the attackers first...they were her main priority. Kill the one who was killing you...right?

((She is in Anhar. I just see the gate being placed in a forest there as well. I thought the mention of the other unnatural creatures would have mad ethat plain, but I'm sorry. My mistake. Hard to roleplay the first character in a place that is known little about.))

ooc: Sorry about that

((Its alright. Just let me know if I present it unfavorably, yes?))

Ooc; Bumps for Lake. :)

For a moment in time Esta thought she was safe and that she would be able to go through this without incident. That rarely happened.... usually it would take a bit more effort to get out of her sticky situations then just climbing up into a tree and waiting it out. This would have been the first time actually... but of course, fate hated her so even this first time didn't really happen.

The lamps and torches of humans running towards her brought Esta's focus back to earth. Daggers came out of her belt swiftly and silently. As soon as they were in range, she would aim that at the hunters hearts. It would be a quick death, for her accuracy never failed her yet, and they wouldn't feel any pain. Esta was a murderer but she wasn't really cruel. The girl didn't make them suffer if their wasn't a cause... or if she wasn't paid to do so.

With a deep breath, her hands came up to take aim as the lights of the villagers neared. Slowly she counted to three, telling herself to wait till they were nearer. One... two...Th- "Awk" She yelped as something soft hit her in the back. Rotating swiftly on her branch, dagger raised and aimed at whatever would be attacking her, she glared into the eyes of another girl. This one was from the group that was being chased. What was she doing here and how had the assassin not heard her coming up?

With a glare and a murderous curse under her breath, the female jumped forward and grabbed the girl by the throat, holding steel against the flesh. "Be quiet if you don't want me to toss you down." She whispered before turning to the villagers. They would have heard her cry out.Sure enough, they were headed her way. With a scowl, she threw three of her weapons and smiled grimly as she heard the smack of each one striking home.