Don't Fear The Reaper(OPEN)
Sept 27, 2011 20:04:31 GMT
Post by Elstan Shadow on Sept 27, 2011 20:04:31 GMT
Night had fallen over the city of Midgar. Traffic was still heavy as folks working night shifts got to their place of work. The stars were bright and shone like lost diamonds in the jet black sky. The roar of traffic was loud and horns were honking now and again. Some party goers were out, but this didn't interest the figure thats was standing atop a telegraph pole.
The young woman wore a long, black leather trench coat, tight, black jeans and a black, long sleeved top. A mask covered her nose and mouth so only her eyes could be seen. The wind blew and it made her silver hair blow backwards. The full, steely coloured moon washed her hair in its metallic glow making her hair seem more white than silver. The killer looked down and the people below her. So many... But only one shall meet Azriel this night. she mused. She jumped off the telegraph pole and landed agilily on her feet without making a sound and walked off into the shadows, awaiting for her prey.
The young woman wore a long, black leather trench coat, tight, black jeans and a black, long sleeved top. A mask covered her nose and mouth so only her eyes could be seen. The wind blew and it made her silver hair blow backwards. The full, steely coloured moon washed her hair in its metallic glow making her hair seem more white than silver. The killer looked down and the people below her. So many... But only one shall meet Azriel this night. she mused. She jumped off the telegraph pole and landed agilily on her feet without making a sound and walked off into the shadows, awaiting for her prey.
