It was a cool autumn night in Evermore, even more so in the depths of the wood. The half moon washed the trees in a silvery glow, transporting whomever walking through into a whole other realm. A soft breeze began to blow, weaving through the branches and floating past the leaves. One would think that all was calm on this peaceful night. However, that wouldn't be the case.

A loud crack echoed through the woods, breaking the silence as Leona threw her foe on the ground. Something shone in her hands as she flicked her palm---double scythes clasped tightly in her grasp, though one of the blades was broken at the hilt. Her olive green eyes held nothing but malice and danger, a tell-tale sign for her thirst for revenge. Red oozed from a few cuts on her arm. her torn, ragged sleeves exposing the wounds. Her wounds were nothing compared to the man before her.

His face swelled at points that made him unrecognisable. Blood streaked across his body, his fair skin bruised and blackened. His leg bent in an odd, unnatural angle; defeat was clear in his eyes. He knew he'd lost this fight against the Niveis, but he was determined to look as defiant as he could manage.

Leo sauntered up to the man on the ground, her lips curled into a vicious snarl as she knelt by his said, letting her scythe--the one that wasn't snapped--rest heavily on his neck. It was enough to draw some blood, but not enough to kill him right away. No, she had a better plan for that. 

"I'll never tell you anything," her foe spat at her. He seemed to feel triumphant that the Venetian creature would not be able to extract any information from him, as battered as he was. Leona let a shrug roll from her shoulders. She could see the triumphant smirk moulding into confusion in the man's expression as a single tear trickled down her angled features, only for the Niveis to catch it with her blade. "Oh, I know that you won't be telling me anything---I just need what's in your pocket." His features mirrored the horror he felt as Leona tossed away the broken scythe, her fingers digging into his pockets to pull out his phone...and a blood-stained folded slip of paper.

A smirk curled upon her lips as she looked down to the broken man. She then rubbed her blade against his lips, forcing him to taste it. "I'm sure you know what Niveis tears will do to you---your bosses really should have thought twice about drowning me." With that, she left the man to die, rising to her feet as she sheathed her scythe. She walked towards her broke blade, frustration clear in her face as she muttered "merda," under her breath. Wielding double scythes were always her weapons of choice, and now she'd have to find someone to make her another. A sigh parted her lips, her eye line flickering down to the phone and paper in hand.

At least she'd gotten what she'd come for....

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Eirik had the afternoon off; which was more than unusual for him. The Viking Valkyr liked to keep himself busy. Always either at his weaponry store, or helping the Valkyrs of his faction, or other faction members; that sought out his help training, so they’d be better at combat and weapon wielding. His job was tough...more tough days, than easy. But Eirik loved his job. Even if others warned him, not to take too much on. The Valkyr never listened. Always absorbed in his work; keeping up with a hectic load. One could always wonder, how on earth he kept up? But he was used to it by now. Used to such a heavy load, even back when he was young and a mortal; as a Viking, after his father had been killed. Eirik had the job of leading his clan and protecting his people, after he gained the title after his father….saving his people, from the cruel leader-ship of his father’s killer.

The Valkyr had been feeling hungry; so he decided to go out for a hunt. To see what tasty snack he could find for himself. Needing to feed. Eirik would often remember his past troubles, with blood addiction; when he was a newly turned Valkyr, every time he would feed. The memories still haunted him, with the struggle. Now, he was always careful...trying not to take too much, or else he would fall down the darker path...of addiction once more. Something, he didn’t want.

Soon enough, he caught a whiff of a scent. Following it, Eirik kept to the shadows in the woods; till he saw a male; whom the scent belonged to. Smirking to himself. His snack smelled delicious. Luring him in, before Eirik let his fangs unleash...biting into his neck. The warmth liquid started to trickle down his throat, feeding on him. But his ear picked up, what sounded like a fight. It distracted him; mid feasting. Dropping his snack. Eirik licked his lips. “If you know, what’s good for you...you won’t tell anyone, what happened here. Got it?” If so...Eirik knew how to track him down, to shut him up, for a lack of a better word.

But the hunger and cravings were subdued for now. Eirik could hear his snack, scurrying away; somewhat drunk like, dizzy from the blood loss. Soon enough, he saw a peculiar scene. Raising a brow, as he watched as a young woman stood over a man dying body. Eirik noticed how broken her blades, and a bit of the scene; to know how she just about broke it. The air around her felt cold; it reminded him of his reunion with Josefine. The same weird chill, in the air...the same mysterious aura, he wasn’t familiar with. Clearing his throat. “Looks like you need new blades!” he called out to the stranger. Not phased by the dead man, near her. Eirik was tough, he seen plenty of blood and dead bodies enough to last him at least 5 life-times.

She felt his presence approaching before she heard him. The Niveis turned around sharply, her long mahogany braid whipping over her shoulder at the sudden movement. His posture didn't seem threatening, but Leo over her fingers hover over the hilt of her scythe, lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes narrowed. "You're an observant one," she purred, raising an eyebrow in an expression of judgement, booted feet carrying her across the forest floor lightly and quietly. "What's it to you?"

Her head tilted slightly to a side, her eyes looking at the man up and down. His build and features reminded her of the many Scandinavian folk she'd come across in her many years---he had to be from across the oceans and up north. "Who are you?" she questioned, her expression moulding into one of slightly curiosity. The way he had called out to her didn't raise her guard---he didn't seem like he was here to harm her. Of course, in a supernatural city such as Evermore, it wasn't unnatural for creatures to be lurking through the forest. Valkyr's would be hunting, the therianthropes would be gallivanting... It would have been foolish for her to think no one else would have heard the commotion of her fight.

Olive-green eyes flickered back towards the man behind her, now dead from the poison she'd administered. A hint of a smirk toyed at the corner of her lips at the sight before she looked back at the man before her. "He had what was coming for him," she remarked with a toss of her head, the movement flicking away escaped whips of hair from her face. She supposed now that the man had seen her leering over a dead body and didn't seem to had the intention of telling on her, she supposed that maybe she owed him an introduction. "I'm Leo, by the way."

Eirik noticed that he didn’t startle the woman before him, which was as well. The Valkyr chuckled at her comment, about him being observant.  It was a skill of his-as a creator of weapons and trainer in combat, he had to be. Or small details could cause him to make rookie mistakes. Something, he didn’t really want to do. “I focus on detail a lot.” he replied with a slight shrug. Smirking at her question. “I can help you….or rather, fix what is broken.” He simply said, as she asked what it was to him. Gesturing to her blades as he spoke, as if to make a point.

“That’d be a long story.” Eirik spoke in a slightly husky tone, as she asked whom he was. The Valkyr would spare her the gory details. It wasn’t something, he would opt to talk about in the open-with risk of any prying ears in the woods. He had a pretty calm demeanour, as he was here to help out, not harm her. Eirik didn’t like picking fights if he didn’t have to. As tough as he looked, he wouldn’t hurt someone that didn’t deserve it.

He slightly chuckled at her comment. “All foes, have what is coming to them eventually.” He knew it all too well, with any of his enemies and the people he dealt with in the past. Seems like the female and him, had a familiar view on that. As she introduced herself to him. The Valkyr debated what name he should give her-his true name, or his alias he went by. Not feeling close enough to the female, for her to know whom he truly was, Eirik settled on. “Oliver...Pleasure to meet you Leo….I own a weaponry store, in the city. I can help you, if you want to replace or fix your current blades.” He spoke, explaining how he could help her, after his brief introduction. 

When the man gestured to her blades, Leo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Her gaze darted between the broken scythe clutched in her hands to the man's piercing blue eyes, scepticism clear upon her angular features. Her curiosity was further piqued at his vague answers, though she respected his decision to not explore those topics. They did only just meet, to be very fair. What mattered to her at that point was that he didn't seem to want a fight with her, which ease her somewhat as her poised figure relaxed some.

"It's nice to meet you too," she said after Oliver introduced himself, thought something about his hesitation hinted that he probably didn't trust her---which was fair enough. Understanding then flashed through her olive green hues, her gaze darting once more to the broke blade whose hilt was still clasped tightly in her grasp. "Ah.." she sounded softly, lips pursing together for moment before she looked back up at the man. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't need a replacement for this." The Venetian Niveis also would need her weapons ready as soon as possible. Now that she had what she came for, there was no doubt that she would have the need to spill blood once more.

"If I were to take you up on that offer, Oliver, how soon can you have my blades ready by?" she asked, arching an eyebrow in question, shifting her weight to lean on her hip. She sheathed her blades, her hands then moving to brush stray locks of her lush ebony locks out of her face, eyes still trained on the man, taking in his every move. "I'll need them ready at most a week from now. If that's not possible... I don't mind coming down to your store and seeing what you have. Although I'd find it incredibly lucky if you had blades exactly like these in your store. The hilt has to fit jut right in my palm, and the blades can't be too long---like this," she said, pulling out the scythe that wasn't broken from her back sheath for a moment, allowing the man to take a good look at it. An eyebrow raising as she slid her weapon back in its home. "Is that doable?"

Seeing that she herself was feeling more relaxed. Eirik knew she wouldn’t attack either, as they were mutual in not wanting to fight the other one. A good thing for him, really. The Valkyr was slightly amused, as she admitted she’d be lying. “I dare say, anyone whom would say they weren’t in need of good weapons, would be lying.” He breathed out in a husky tone of voice. Whether supernatural or human, people came to his store in need of good weapons; whether they wanted new ones, or to fix their old ones or have something specifically made for them. So by now, he knew when someone was in need of a good weapon. Call it intuition. 

Hearing her question, he thought about it for a few moments. Going over his schedule internally in his head. Due to owning a weaponry store and training the Valkyrs of his faction, his schedule was always packed. “It shouldn’t take me more than a day or two to fix. But it might take me a little over a week, to actually get to them as I am working on a few things for other customers at the moment.” So her weapons would require a bit of waiting time, as he needed to finish a few orders before tackling fixing her blades. Listening to her request. He examined the blades she held in her grip. “You’re welcome to look in my store. I have a wide range of weapons. I am sure we can find you something for the mean-time, till I fix your old blades.” He offered the dark haired woman. But her request shouldn’t be too hard. With his centuries of weapon making, he was sure that he could find something that matched her request for now. Luckily, he had been more than familiar with her certain type of blades, making it much easier for himself.

Another short laugh sounded from the Niveis at his statement concerning being in need of good weapons, a smirk toying at the corners of her lips as she tilted her head to a side, shoulders rolling into a small, cool shrug. "You'd be right in saying that, especially considering where we happen to be living," she agreed, referring to the supernatural "haven" they all called home in one way or another. To her, the city was some sort of trap, but something about it would always lure her back. It was most unnerving, even more so that she couldn't resist its siren's call. Shaking the thought clear of her mind, she focussed once more on the man standing before her.

"I suppose paying extra can't get it repaired sooner?" she asked hopefully, though for some reason, she had a feeling that the man would decline. Money was not a problem for a d'Fierro, but if the other party wouldn't accept it, it was useless. Shrugging her shoulders once more, the woman listened to what he had to offer. "Well, if you don't have scythes, I can easily do with a new pair of daggers or long knives for the time being," the Venetian purred, thinking it over carefully. Leo was almost as good with daggers as she was wielding a pair of scythes and her karambits, and a daggers or long knives would give her the medium-range weapon she temporarily lacked. She then raised an eyebrow, wondering if his words were an invitation to come look at his store at that very moment. "Like, now?" she clarified, a questioning lilt to her words. She then looked at the body on the forest floor. "I'm okay with that, but just give me a moment to get rid of this mess."

In her past life, the woman would have simply incinerated the body and have the ashes be carried away by the wind. Now left with control over the opposite element, she had to improvise ways on now to hide the bodies she'd left behind. Leo knew the river followed close to this part of the wood, and when she closed her eyes, her mind reached out towards her element. Her fingers moved by her side as she summoned the water to lift from the near by river and weave through the trees. Water then surrounded the man like a box, and once enough had come, she opened her eyes. Another wave of her fingers had the water freeze completely, including the body it encased. With that, she moved both her hands swiftly from one side to the other, the block of ice now flung through the air at an incredible speed, only to collide with a large boulder. It shattered into many small pieces, making it less likely for someone to stumble over the body and more likely for animals to take care of that mess. She turned towards the man once more, eyebrow raised slightly before she spoke. "Now, shall we head to your store?" she asked, a smirk still toying along her lips. "Lead the way, bladesmith. I'm curious to see what you have."

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