12-07-2009, 09:51 AM
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300+ don't worry! Btw, where did you want the new scars?
The girl produced a satisfied grin when the male’s eyes widened to take in the hand made sword’s beauty. For a moment, ruby eyes seemed to go softer. He saw the subtle beauty of the blade; seemed able to appreciate it as something more than a mere, particularly sharp object. The temporary goodwill vanished rather fast when he seemed unable to answer properly. A well formed eyebrow arched in polite expectation and smoothed out as he revealed that he had difficulties to tell the difference. Halo could not understand this. There were distinct differences between the two types of canines. He was a mere wolf though, there was really no point expecting anything from them. He had admired her swords so it would only be fair to leave him alive long enough to see what it could do.
As the male’s voice drifted into the air again, Halo’s feet slowly and discretely shifted to gain optimal balance. Loners were rarely missed. He would be out of her way before he knew it. There was nothing to be said between the two of them – he was a mere wolf, a wanderer that she did not know. She had already wasted too much time on him already. In a swift move stripped for any forewarnings, the lithe sword shot out horizontally out from her open palm, slashing for the man’s middle floor. She watched the tip of the blade move smoothly and obediently in the intended half circle before her right hand – the one steering the blade – withdrew in a fleeting emotion before sending the dangerously edged weapon out in a stabbing motion – though it was not aimed at the core of the wolf’s stout body – the sword’s task in this move would be to find the flesh and run in a straight line along with the skin; not to bury its deadly body in his organs.
Oh no, wouldn’t Samael be disappointed if he learned that the Halo kitty had killed her mouse without playing with it first? No, she wanted to watch the elegant blade draw pretty red lines that bled.
The girl produced a satisfied grin when the male’s eyes widened to take in the hand made sword’s beauty. For a moment, ruby eyes seemed to go softer. He saw the subtle beauty of the blade; seemed able to appreciate it as something more than a mere, particularly sharp object. The temporary goodwill vanished rather fast when he seemed unable to answer properly. A well formed eyebrow arched in polite expectation and smoothed out as he revealed that he had difficulties to tell the difference. Halo could not understand this. There were distinct differences between the two types of canines. He was a mere wolf though, there was really no point expecting anything from them. He had admired her swords so it would only be fair to leave him alive long enough to see what it could do.
As the male’s voice drifted into the air again, Halo’s feet slowly and discretely shifted to gain optimal balance. Loners were rarely missed. He would be out of her way before he knew it. There was nothing to be said between the two of them – he was a mere wolf, a wanderer that she did not know. She had already wasted too much time on him already. In a swift move stripped for any forewarnings, the lithe sword shot out horizontally out from her open palm, slashing for the man’s middle floor. She watched the tip of the blade move smoothly and obediently in the intended half circle before her right hand – the one steering the blade – withdrew in a fleeting emotion before sending the dangerously edged weapon out in a stabbing motion – though it was not aimed at the core of the wolf’s stout body – the sword’s task in this move would be to find the flesh and run in a straight line along with the skin; not to bury its deadly body in his organs.
Oh no, wouldn’t Samael be disappointed if he learned that the Halo kitty had killed her mouse without playing with it first? No, she wanted to watch the elegant blade draw pretty red lines that bled.