A Life for a Life (SOLDIERs ONLY)
Sept 10, 2012 18:05:35 GMT
Post by Elstan Shadow on Sept 10, 2012 18:05:35 GMT
The streets of Edge were eerily silent this cold winters night. A cat yowled at is walked across the fencing of a nearby house. The moon was pasty against the moisture rich fog. Someone was crouching on the edge of a building, only the person's sillouette could be made out. As quickly as he or she appeared, they left without a trace.
Music was pumping out of nearby nightclubs. The shadowy figure emerged and snuck into the club. Lights were flashing in time to the drum and bass music. In the light you could make the person out. Long, silver hair reaching past her waist, mako green, cat like eyes. She was wearing a leather green SOLDIER uniform and heeled boots. There was a necklace adorning her pale skinned neck, a blue orb of some kind. She looked harmless enough, but looks can be deceiving!
The woman headed upstairs, and barged in on a poker game. One of the men looked at her. "If you're looking for adult fun, come back in an hour sweetie." He said and puffed on his cigar. "Its not that I'm after." The woman said. She pulled back her trench coat, revealing all sorts of weapons. Throwing knives, two swords, explosives and the gauntlets on her arms had hidden blades attached to them.
The other players drew their guns and started to fire. What a mistake. A dark cloud consumed her, and in her place was a Demonic Reaper. Horns growing from her skull, teeth ground sharp and her eyes were still in their sockets. She was clothed in a black robe, steel gloves with spiked knuckles covered her skeletal hands. The other men fled in fear, as the Reaper turned her attention to the man.
He was cowering in the corner, obviously not wanting to die. She raised her scythe above her head and decapitated the man. Blood pumped out of his neck like a scarlet fountain. It splashed against the wall and soaked the floor. The Reaper took a white feather from her single wing and soaked it in the man's blood. She stashed it away and changed back.
The woman opened the window and jumped down, crouching to take the impact. She then disappeared into the shadows like a ghost.
Music was pumping out of nearby nightclubs. The shadowy figure emerged and snuck into the club. Lights were flashing in time to the drum and bass music. In the light you could make the person out. Long, silver hair reaching past her waist, mako green, cat like eyes. She was wearing a leather green SOLDIER uniform and heeled boots. There was a necklace adorning her pale skinned neck, a blue orb of some kind. She looked harmless enough, but looks can be deceiving!
The woman headed upstairs, and barged in on a poker game. One of the men looked at her. "If you're looking for adult fun, come back in an hour sweetie." He said and puffed on his cigar. "Its not that I'm after." The woman said. She pulled back her trench coat, revealing all sorts of weapons. Throwing knives, two swords, explosives and the gauntlets on her arms had hidden blades attached to them.
The other players drew their guns and started to fire. What a mistake. A dark cloud consumed her, and in her place was a Demonic Reaper. Horns growing from her skull, teeth ground sharp and her eyes were still in their sockets. She was clothed in a black robe, steel gloves with spiked knuckles covered her skeletal hands. The other men fled in fear, as the Reaper turned her attention to the man.
He was cowering in the corner, obviously not wanting to die. She raised her scythe above her head and decapitated the man. Blood pumped out of his neck like a scarlet fountain. It splashed against the wall and soaked the floor. The Reaper took a white feather from her single wing and soaked it in the man's blood. She stashed it away and changed back.
The woman opened the window and jumped down, crouching to take the impact. She then disappeared into the shadows like a ghost.
