*knock…..knock…..knock….*
Silence.
Well, silence aside from the screams of townspeople and rumble of Knight-Guardsmen on horseback approaching.
*KNOCK…..KNOCK-KNOCK!*
The banging on the door came again. Followed by a woman's voice.
"Lejan of Agustia, oh great leader! It's time to wake up! You left a corpse in your bedroom and people are GRABBING PITCHFORKS!"
Still silence.
"Oh come on, kitty. I've got a ball of yarn for you out here." The woman persisted from the other side of the door.
A small scuffle broke out before calming again and a man spoke this time, "Lejan, need I remind you, we're in lands where Mantichoran's like ourselves are banned. Banned as in kill on sight. We may be strong, but we can't take on a whole city. Not to mention, we'd be punished since you know… the goal is integration."
Still silence.
"Alright. You better not be in bed with anyone. I'm not in the mood to gag today."
The door was blown to shards.
Lejan yawned in bed. Slowly, he woke to find two individuals standing in the doorway before him.
One was a woman. She was tall— over six foot, and lean with freckles, dark red hair and golden eyes. Her fangs were also a little too long by human standards. She wore a dense dark cloak that hid the rest of her. But he could smell the familiar laced leather armor underneath.
Beside her, a man stood. Not as tall— not as thin either. His yellow eyes were slitted and reptilian. He was also bald and dark skinned with tattoos running up his neck.
Lejan smiled faintly and purred as he sat up, "Annisa, Damon. Good morning."
"No. Not a good morning. We're once again forced to flee and the bounty on your head grows in the Lawed-Lands. Why can't we ever have a normal mission?"
Lejan snarled, revealing canines even longer than Anissa's, "Ahh! Don't you ever grow bored of doing the same thing. Don't you want a little fun? A little stimulation?"
"Yes." Anissa said. "Sorry." She added as Damon glared at her.
"This is not fun." Damon referred to the dirty inn and dead nymph combined with the growing threat of knight-guardsmen, "Fun, is killing monsters-- eliminating threats. Swiftly and in silence. Fun is slowly building a good reputation with the Lawed-Lands so that we one day can be accepted in their societies and paid for our work which will then give our Masters the chance to perfect our genetics. Fun is no side effects. No suppressants. No blood-rage."
"....."
"Are you finished, Damon?"
Damon rubbed his bald head, "Yes. I suppose I should schedule another visit with the psychologist, though."
Lejan stood, still naked. Golden brown skin warmed under the sun. His long curly black hair was a tousled mess that he tied with a band at the back of his head. "Relax, Damon. We've pursued the same mission for over two decades. Not counting the Master's Revolution. A couple missions going a little off the rails won't harm us. Plus, I have a reason."
"Which is?" Damon asked as Lejan hopped into his trousers. His dense muscles flexed and popped as he put on his dark clothes and leather-hide armors.
"Just follow my lead." Lejan replied as he put on his cloak-- identical to Anissa's and Damon's own.
On the way out of the Inn-- through the window he left open, he grabbed his sword there, sunken into the cross sheath like a quiver of arrows. But it wasn't straight..... or thin, like arrows.
Anxiously and in a rush, Damon hacked off the Nymph's head with a short-sword and followed after them.
"Don't make me regret this, Lejan!"