The city's in chaos. I once thrived on chaos and hatred, breeding segregation and hatred amongst the races for my own personal vendetta. Now, well, now, I just want to retire, hide away for the rest of my short life with my soulmate and hope I return in time to save him from himself, because he will outlive me. He's immortal. I hope next time that I find him before he becomes that cold unfeeling creature he was. I hope next time hope that we find each other under better circumstances next time. In this life, we'll fight side by side, perhaps when I return, it will be forever.
~Sin
(I hope this is right everyone)
It didn't seem so long ago. They'd been together, fighting, trying to kill each other, but it had always ended the same, her on his soft fur rug at the end of his bed. Sometimes they even made it to his bed. But...Whisper shrugged to herself...it was a long time ago and they had ended....but it had never flet right, never settled right with her....she couldn't even remember how it had happened or why. She'd run though, from him and herself, diving right back into her assasian life, blood everywhere she went....She was covered in it, could taste it and she smiled, eyes darkening, teeth extending....And now this little frilly had Trenan. Whisper imaged her dagger running through her back, her life leaving her...right in front of Trenan.