Gunner grinned at she watched the sunset and her fire on the beach began to spark to greater hieghts. She loved the flames and the way they ate the wood. Sooner or later she would have to find a perminante spot to stay, she guessed for now she would wonder around the territory and keep away from the anul retentive pain in the asses like the Constable and the golden she wolf. The she wolf had bothered her more then the male had. Something about the women had picked a not of sensitivity.
Pulling the long Katanna from its sheath Gunner ran a hand over the sharp metal that was aproximatly three feet long. The sword had been that bastards. His abuse had lasted longer then it should have, but we couldn't be strong when we were young. The memories sobered her for a second as she remembered the silver blade encased in Dracos' blood. The red liquid had looked good on the utensil.
The flame illuminated the silver and made a smirk come to her lips again. She loved her weapons, they took the bad out of her path, protection. No one should have to endure what she had, she'd make sure no one would have to either. The sund had completely set leaving the red she wolf in the darkness the only light her fire she had built on the sands not far from the water line. Her red wavy hair shrouded her shoulders and face, becoming a pest like it always did. The impluse to cut it was becoming hard to ignore. "Fucking hair." Gunner took out her daggerand gathered the dreadful shit around one shoulder and put the knife to it about to cut the shit off.
"She's more then you can handle...."