Shadow

Mine and Aff's word challenge #5

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There was a figure, looming, creeping about in the shadows away from all of those who could see it. A strange footfall noise was the only indication that the figure was there; it was like to regular footstep. It sounded more like a horse, a muffled 'clip.... clop' as the tall creature moved further. There was a flutter of wings, a light chirp that ended almost as soon as it started with a loud smack followed by the crunching of tiny bones. "Shut the fuck up."

That was hardly a threatening voice... nor was it terribly threatening one in fact if anything it sounded slightly inebriated. Stumbling out from the shadowed alleyway onto an equally shady street; the sort you'd expect to see prostitutes and drug dealers if anyone, the almost 7 foot tall figure crumpled against a wall, clip-clopping as shimmering silver hooves tried to keep him stable. What was he supposed to be doing? Oh yeah... death and destruction and all that jazz. Just his luck he had gotten distracted by a group of blaitanly underage kids who had been smoking god-knows-what, thinking he was a figment of their imagination. What did he care though? They had booze and lots of it and yes, he would help himself thankyou very much.

Possibly not his best game plan when he was supposed to be working.

Straightening himself up, fingers shaped to a fine point running through the white and black tipped hair in the hopes of making himself look slightly more presentable he remembered where it was he was supposed to be going and who was intended to meet their maker. He had managed to unwrap a rather unwelcome piece of vine that had wrapped itself around one of the large curved horns and stumbled his way back into the shadows. Oh of only it was that easy. With a rather loud crash accompanied by a far from discreet 'bloody hell', after plenty of falling over his own legs trying to get back up the deathbringer only seemed to be bringing misfortune to himself.

Ten steps he made until he felt a horrible sensation. and looking down he saw the outline of the bird, previously crushed against the wall, lying lifeless and rather worse for wear half beneath a hoove. "Oh no..." That would leave a mark if he didn't clean it... and goddammit he would have nothing marring his beautiful hooves. Lowering himself to the ground, leg bent precariously the normally intimidating figure made to rather clumsily cleaning the blood and feathers away until he was faced with a once again shimmering surface. That was a close call and there was no doubt that the concentration he just had to exert wore him out quite a bit. He could hardly even stand unaided so how in hell he managed to clean himself was a near miracle. Stand. Oh lord he was supposed to do that again now.

"Fuck it..." With those words legs stretched out, meeting the other side of the alleyway easily and before even a second had passed he was gone. Unconscious, slumped against the wall whoever was on his list for the evening could wait for he had more important things to do right now, such as sleep his way to the hangover waiting for him just around the corner.