Post by | Amaya | on Jan 25, 2006 19:52:51 GMT -5
Petite silver frame of the husken femoral entered the borders she knew very well belonged to another. But did she truly care exactly who they belonged to? No, she only wished to join this little 'gang' so she wouldn't have to wander the streets. She had enough of those brutes that treated her as some plaything and when they did she would treat them the same. She would not sell herself out as it was just so below her and she didn't wish to sink to such a level. No, a Siren would be more of her calling if one truly knew her. Sea blue optics scanned the place but had yet to find a trace of another except for the lingering scent of the leader of the group. She didn't like the thought of submission as she was sure is what they would be looking for.
Bow down to some brute who she knew nothing about? Hell no! She would rather die then give up so easily as only a weakling would. Velvety silver ears were perked as she continued to get a sign of another. She wasn't all too much with being patient but would wait a bit. She slowly walked around the area but did not stray too far where no one would find her. White and silver banner continued to sway with the female's movements which were much like liquid. Fluid movements were made as she gracefully moved one white mitt after another. She only wished for however was suppose to meet her to hurry. She didn't know exactly what type of gang this was but if it was vicious then she would have no problem.
She had earned two nicknames as she traveled the streets and lived up to them well. One being 'Siren' and the other being 'The Reaper'. She had no problem with taking the life of another as they had done with her kin. Never would she forgive one single soul or give them a sign of mercy. A mixture of emotions played across her face although only a few were clear. An undying fury she had been cursed with the day after she truly realized that she was alone and the day which she swore off that of the opposite gender. She gave a light snort at the thought of the ones she had encountered in her journeys. She stopped and sat back as she decided for someone to reach her.
Bow down to some brute who she knew nothing about? Hell no! She would rather die then give up so easily as only a weakling would. Velvety silver ears were perked as she continued to get a sign of another. She wasn't all too much with being patient but would wait a bit. She slowly walked around the area but did not stray too far where no one would find her. White and silver banner continued to sway with the female's movements which were much like liquid. Fluid movements were made as she gracefully moved one white mitt after another. She only wished for however was suppose to meet her to hurry. She didn't know exactly what type of gang this was but if it was vicious then she would have no problem.
She had earned two nicknames as she traveled the streets and lived up to them well. One being 'Siren' and the other being 'The Reaper'. She had no problem with taking the life of another as they had done with her kin. Never would she forgive one single soul or give them a sign of mercy. A mixture of emotions played across her face although only a few were clear. An undying fury she had been cursed with the day after she truly realized that she was alone and the day which she swore off that of the opposite gender. She gave a light snort at the thought of the ones she had encountered in her journeys. She stopped and sat back as she decided for someone to reach her.
