He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
I, the principal, sit at my wooden desk. I enjoy looking at it, when I pretend to be filing papers, or organizing student applications. Or lawsuits from dead student's families. Ah, oh well. That's what they get for sending their child to a boarding school for assassin's. I slowly slide my finger along the polished surface of the wood, admiring the smooth texture of it. Is that polish? It might be the assistant principal. But when I look at that desk, all I see is the $5,000 I spent on it. Oh, yuck. Liver. I'm going to push that off the desk. Yes, not polish. It's the assistant principal.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Nikita walked in, using the shadows to keep unnoticed and continuesly checking to see if she had been seen. Her pet daemon, Howler, was a shadow daemon that lived for the darkest corners of this world. Born in the shadows, they were the perfect pair. Now they had a life they always loved, they lived side-by-side with death. It was as if they had been chosen for the job and life of an assassin.
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Today was not a good day for Professor Shepherd. He was irritated and grumpy...at nothing specific. But when he wasn't feeling good, his classes did not always tend to go well...He looked outside to a cloudy, rainy sky. Grr... He hated the wet and cold. Boy, were his students in for a rough first class he thought as he watched the students file in through the door.
NicholasStone wrote:*Hm... You have a demon for a pet?*
(I take it you haven't seen or read the Golden Compass? And it's Daemon not demon. There is a difference. Daemons are the souls of a human that takes the form of an animal and walks and talks to it's human and other daemons.)
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
*No I have not watched that train wreck of a movie. I heard it sucked and was blasphemous.*
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
