Courscant was a place full of people. Ether in the city tops, or in the slums, it was filled to the brim. But here was a lonely child in the slums. Looking up at a sign that showed who had bounties on their heads. Looking to fit the place like a glove does to the hand, I stood there, reading all that was passing by. Just looking at the people and telling, even from a simple holo, of how well they were at what they did. A few of them were marked as Murderers, others as drug runners. Some even as professional assassins. But one of them stuck out to me. A man in very sleek and hidden armor. Known for good long shots and his superiority with a blade. I only smiled and shook my head, I didn't have enough time to see his name, but I could remember a face like none other.
I covered my face with the clothing that I wore, showing only my white hair that was rather long, and part of the side of my face. Even my eyes were hidden from shades. Used to keep others from staring at the red irises that had circles and shapes in them. Walking past vendors I decided to walk into an ally after stealing a package of dried fruit, opening it with my claws, I began to pop the food into my mouth.
What I had missed after leaving the bounty board, was a back figure described to be short, and have white hair, leaving his victims drained of life, and colder than stone. Claw marks would be left on the body, and teeth puncture wounds in the neck or wrists. What I had failed to see, was a description of me. Silence was no longer my ally, and it may be my down fall.
@[member="Black Phoenix"] @[member="Scarlet Faith"]
I covered my face with the clothing that I wore, showing only my white hair that was rather long, and part of the side of my face. Even my eyes were hidden from shades. Used to keep others from staring at the red irises that had circles and shapes in them. Walking past vendors I decided to walk into an ally after stealing a package of dried fruit, opening it with my claws, I began to pop the food into my mouth.
What I had missed after leaving the bounty board, was a back figure described to be short, and have white hair, leaving his victims drained of life, and colder than stone. Claw marks would be left on the body, and teeth puncture wounds in the neck or wrists. What I had failed to see, was a description of me. Silence was no longer my ally, and it may be my down fall.
@[member="Black Phoenix"] @[member="Scarlet Faith"]