Post by Tessa & Zander Coblin on Aug 7, 2011 22:02:02 GMT -5
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Quickly she wove through the trees. She really had no clue where she was, just that it was forunate she was alive. Her heart of course thudded with fright. It wasn't often a teenage girl was trapped in enemy territory. Or was it? In her haste she had noi clue of the trail of the blood she was fallowing and soon her flats almost ran over a body. Gasping a breath she stumbled back, only her years of ice-skating and ballet dancing kept her on her feet because they kept her graceful.
She stared at the body. The eyes open with no reguard of respect for the person's life. Quickly she took two fingers and closed it's eyes. Tempted..so tempted to check how fresh the kill. She removed one metal glove and toched it's forhead. It's memories raced through her, electrifying her bright blue eyes.
Swiftly, she removed her hand and breathed hard. Grusome death, still fresh. Tessa got the feeling she was surrounded. She pulled on her glove and slowly stood drawing her knive as she did.
Her blade was about as long as her arm and perfectly weighted for her fighting style. Elegant paterns traced the blade, like a gothic victorian style. She twisted hjer wrist so the reflective pointed backwards. Her b lue eyes flashed uncertaintly. No, she must at least act tough. "I know you're there," she growled.
Quickly she wove through the trees. She really had no clue where she was, just that it was forunate she was alive. Her heart of course thudded with fright. It wasn't often a teenage girl was trapped in enemy territory. Or was it? In her haste she had noi clue of the trail of the blood she was fallowing and soon her flats almost ran over a body. Gasping a breath she stumbled back, only her years of ice-skating and ballet dancing kept her on her feet because they kept her graceful.
She stared at the body. The eyes open with no reguard of respect for the person's life. Quickly she took two fingers and closed it's eyes. Tempted..so tempted to check how fresh the kill. She removed one metal glove and toched it's forhead. It's memories raced through her, electrifying her bright blue eyes.
Swiftly, she removed her hand and breathed hard. Grusome death, still fresh. Tessa got the feeling she was surrounded. She pulled on her glove and slowly stood drawing her knive as she did.
Her blade was about as long as her arm and perfectly weighted for her fighting style. Elegant paterns traced the blade, like a gothic victorian style. She twisted hjer wrist so the reflective pointed backwards. Her b lue eyes flashed uncertaintly. No, she must at least act tough. "I know you're there," she growled.
