OOC here.
Word Count → 000
'And you do not smell of it at all' he barked quietly. Narrowing his eyes, he surveyed the woman. Obviously a fighter, but being a woman and scarred, he didn't see her as much as a threat. He simply rolled his eyes at her words, 'If you were a responsible parent you would not have left a child without a parent', he added harshly. 'Go home, woman' he ordered, shaking his head in annoyance. This was simple one of those irritating moments and Angel was sure it was dissolve away with little problems. Women were no fight to him.
He couldn't understand. For one why would she leave a child alone. Surely abandoning your family was a sin, even if it wasn't it was definitely immoral, even if they're were special circumstances. Angel wasn't stupid, the woman wasn't getting past. She smelt nothing of Inferni and he wasn't about to let a stranger in past the borders. He watched the horizon, unafraid of the woman who challenged him. 'Go. I don't have time for you' he echoed, running a hand up the back of his neck. It all seemed so much hassle, but he had pledged his life to the clan.
.angelona b {font-weight:bold; color:#214030; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:13px;}
.angelona p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;}
.angelona {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#648373; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xs34B.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #214030; padding: 0px 0px 520px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#a3bd94; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
.angelona .wordcount {color:#214030; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #a3bd94; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;}
.angelona .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;}
</style>[/html]