01-24-2012, 01:56 AM
Willow whisked across the square, her body looking sublime in the tight black leather, her auburn mane drew back into a braid that reached her mid-back. She had watched this little male with the skills of an adult, and now she wanted to speak to him. The blue eyed Soul woman wasn't known for random acts of kindness; rather she did whatever felt good and right to her and for her. Right now, talking to this male, seeing what she could do to get him to be on her side, that was what she wanted to do, what felt good and right for her.
She could see the old grizzled coyote hassling the one she wanted to see. Anger filled her, but outwardly, she remained calm. As the coyote stalked away, she approached her target, stopping only a few foot away from where he stood, a silver chain in his grubby hand. An eyebrow raised. Her voice was sultry and hard as she spoke in her perfunctory manner. "Achilles. You fight very well. What would you do to have your skills increased ten-fold?" She looked down at the grubby street urchin, weighing him in her mind, pitting him against the best she knew.
She had seen the way the young male had pushed away the older coyote. It was impressive to her. But she knew tricks the male could only dream of, she'd been trained by one of the best assassins back in Michigan. She had been second only to him. She reached up and fingered the raven feather in her hair, an old habit left over from her time with Odadio. A hawk was perched on a nearby roof, watching the woman talking to the male. Willows ears were perked forward, her body held dominantly and confidently. "Well?"
((WC: 299))
She could see the old grizzled coyote hassling the one she wanted to see. Anger filled her, but outwardly, she remained calm. As the coyote stalked away, she approached her target, stopping only a few foot away from where he stood, a silver chain in his grubby hand. An eyebrow raised. Her voice was sultry and hard as she spoke in her perfunctory manner. "Achilles. You fight very well. What would you do to have your skills increased ten-fold?" She looked down at the grubby street urchin, weighing him in her mind, pitting him against the best she knew.
She had seen the way the young male had pushed away the older coyote. It was impressive to her. But she knew tricks the male could only dream of, she'd been trained by one of the best assassins back in Michigan. She had been second only to him. She reached up and fingered the raven feather in her hair, an old habit left over from her time with Odadio. A hawk was perched on a nearby roof, watching the woman talking to the male. Willows ears were perked forward, her body held dominantly and confidently. "Well?"
((WC: 299))