Jat knew better than to tell anyone. People would probably think she was insane. She let out a puff of air she didn't know she was holding as she walked down the sidewalk. She soon came to a park and she settled down into a bench, looking at the stone fountain in front of her. She sighed, wringing her hands together, the soft leather of the glove on the hand with all of her scars sliding over the other. Her bright silver eyes watched people as they went by.
(How about Piros ends up meeting her or whatever and he sees her eyes are silver and blah blah blah.....you catch my drift? :3)
Aron sideled through the forest, his hunger knawing at his stomach. He always hunted animals for his blood, and never drank human blood. He was at least somewhat humane. He breathed in the scent of the forest, exhaling with a small smile on his face. He enjoyed the quiet peace that lingered in the forest as he walked around with his hands deep in his pockets.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4