The wolf girl turns her glare towards the girl that approached,- Indeed I am... Why do you care? -She said harshsly, not meaning to but due to the anger the assassin had in her body. She couldnt control her temper.-
~Lady Death~
Down in the dark, alone at night. Bleeding and Torn... Broken in the light
-The female assassin sneers, glarring at the young one that stood infront of her. Her eyes turning into a cold and heartless stare as she was only another person who was selfish and wanted their own gain.- Go away
~Lady Death~
Down in the dark, alone at night. Bleeding and Torn... Broken in the light
-Letting out a deep sigh, her wolf like ears flattening as she glances back up towards her.- What are your reasons for asking me and what are you reasons for running? Depending on that, I will choose weather to protect you or kill that person. SO explain to me please. -She flicks her tail, the tiny dragon landing on her shoulder as he was shocked by my sudden movement of anger.-
~Lady Death~
Down in the dark, alone at night. Bleeding and Torn... Broken in the light
"Well, my dad is out to kill me because I'm illegitimate, my boyfriend, well ex, is a bounty hunter who was using my fear to try and kill me, and the police want me alive," Minnow took a breath. "If you can help me with the first two, I can do the rest."
The young wolven let out a sigh, almost as if the girl infront of her was an image of herself.- Indeed I can but I wont kill them, thats your to overcome. Not mine, I can offer you protection since you have to deal with something I have already been through for a while. -Letting another sigh out, she picked up the tiny sleeping dragon and kissed its head. Gently petting its head as it curled up close to her.- Is that alright?
~Lady Death~
Down in the dark, alone at night. Bleeding and Torn... Broken in the light
Felicity glanced up at the wolf girl and the young girl in front of her. "Hey, what's going on over there?" "Dunno," replied the others Felicity watched them closely and tried to peice together what they were saying.
Trust is like a mirror, able to be fixed if broken, but you can still see the cracks.
Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes but to save themselves, to survive as individuals.
A pale young man walks into the cafe, wearing solid black that matches his hair. On his face were dark shades that hid his eyes. Around his neck was a silver cross and on his left ring finger was a silver ring with a ruby on it. He sat by the window, then took a canteen from his side and drank from it. His back was facing the others, but he knew they could see him. His lips formed a faint sly smile. Sooner or later one of them will have the courage to talk to him. In spite of the intimitating aura he's letting off, he was a nice person to speak with. He wrote his name on a piece of paper, then gave it to the waitress. He whispered to the waitress, "I'll just have a large glass of cherry juice. I'm not hungry."
Spoiler
*OOC: His name is Nemesis. You'll know the color of his eyes later on.*
Look down and show some mercy if you can. Look down, look down, upon your fellow man.
