Kintla Flatlands Tiptoeing through the tulips

Well shit.

the shadows parted around her as if it were water, her eyes glinting with twisted hatred. Her voice was a dark melody, so many things at once, perhaps the embodiment of a nightmare. she breathed a quick breath, allowing no emotion to show on her face. she could not show weakness, for weakened before the Silence of Blackfeather was the equilivent of death. 

She was silent, not utter a sound but facing the Silencer fully, stance ungiving. "Not far." She drawled, at odds with the instinct that bade her to run, and run now. "Burke was the first to go...his heart simply couldn't keep up." She said in an almost bored tone. Her gaze was still cold, yet she found it much more of a challenge to keep up the mask in the face of Nemesis. "One of the boys went next...too small." She said, same bored tone delivering the words. She could not simply claimed they ahead all died, this she knew, for Nemesis would merely see through her words. 

"But, you see, I've grown rather fond of Malice. So I'm afraid you won't be learning of her." She told the woman, words hard and gaze lifted in smug challenge. She found lies were best delivered with a grain of truth, and thus she did so. Though it dawned on her that challenging the Silencer might not be the best idea, the chance of this encounter going any other way was slim.