09-08-2012, 05:15 PM
The black wolf pushed off the tree, walking right up to Amy. Shivers of delight ran through her, measuring his strength. He wasn't just a fighter. No, there was something more there. Staring into his eyes the demon saw his training, the lives that he had snuffed out with little effort. Grinning broadly she laughed. An assassin! That wasn't very common. He lacked the joy that she took in her kills, but it was still very talented. Perhaps with the right push he could learn to enjoy it.
The focus between them was sharp, her eyes glittering. Because you are like me. A killer. Lifting one hand she ran it down his chest, feeling the life inside it. You're not afraid of me like the others are. It's good that you're not. Such fear can kill you.
The focus between them was sharp, her eyes glittering. Because you are like me. A killer. Lifting one hand she ran it down his chest, feeling the life inside it. You're not afraid of me like the others are. It's good that you're not. Such fear can kill you.