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06-19-2013, 08:43 AM
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Tonka I'm Going in for the Kill... I'm doing it for the Thrill It was too cold to be at the beach. So why had he come? He had been an idiot and thought that it would maybe, just maybe, be warmer at the beach. Well, curiosity killed the cat they say. Today the only thing that could kill him is hypothermia. That was a silly thought though. If he had not died hypothermia in the Frozen Arch, then why would he here? Tonka just knew to stay out of the waves. There was a silver lining of snow dusted over the sand. The thick smell of salty sea air stung his nose, but that was ok. He liked this scent, though he did prefer the winteriness aroma of the Arch. The sun was slipping down and the moon was peeking through the orange and pink sky. Silver flecked eyes glanced around. There was not a soul in sight. Perfect. He needed alone time. If one did intend to bother him though, oh…. That would be fun. He had been his normal self in a long time. He was too caught up in being all nicey nice for the newcomers and his groupmates. He had to, for the sake of the Assassins. He stamped his foot on the ground, nostrils flaring. He was ready to return to his dark side. The orange sky soon faded and the shadows of night were now arriving. He had now camouflaged in the black jacket of darkness. Blue eyes flickered as he kept walking in silence. A ghost haunting the damned humanity. The waves cover the sound of his steps, but the prints in the ground were fresh, the perfect trail a curious one would follow, only to see the ghoul they have encountered. His ears flicker up, ready to caught any sound that waved through the air. Nostrils flared, detecting every scent that lingered. He had a feeling one would come to see him. Hopefully someone he did not know. Someone he could scare. |
