The Dark Streets of Orkina (Closed)

[xXMiSs_M0nstErXx]

Motoko scowled, both at the failure of her plan and city authority coming there way. Considering she was a bit of an outlaw, this didn't do well to suit her fancy. In other words, she was screwed either way. At least taking out authority would come easier then taking out a werewolf. Then again, Zylo most likely was just as much of an outcast to society as she. What motive would he have to not take action against the city's authority. At that thought, Motoko let out an irritated sigh and expressed her annoyance through a grunt and pout. "hmph.."

 

[Zylo the Wolfbane]

Zylo sighed, "It was good fighting you, you did well." he said as he released Motoko and turned, walking into a dark alley.  

[Xx_Death_is_Lovely_xX]

Jmps off the roof i was sitting on and onto hte hard concrete floor.  

[Fvel]

Walking towards Motoko while watching Zylo run off into the alley, an official walked up to her. "May I ask you a few questions ma'am? What did that werewolf want with you?"  

[xXMiSs_M0nstErXx]

Motoko straightened herself off and watched Zylo walk away when her attention was drawn to a male voice behind her. She turned slightly and eyed the officer from head to toe before smirking and holding out her hand as if it were a gun. "Bam," With that, a stream of flames bursted from the very tip of her index finger and onto the guards' uniforms. Withdrawing her 'gun', Motoko blew the tip of her forefinger out, and started across the street with her hands in her pockets.

 

[Zylo the Wolfbane]

((This is fantasy RP not modern, no guns or 'police' only guards))

Zylo heard the screams off the guards and shrugged, he would probably be blamed for it anyway, he thought as he continued walking.  

[xXMiSs_M0nstErXx]

(( ah my bad, i'll edit my acute error ))

 

[Fvel]

Looking at the smoking corpses, Don shrugged. They had failed with Zylo so far, but there were the others. Deciding to take a walk around the city area, Don angrily stalked through the streets, imploding the brain of any creature that he ran into.  

[Zylo the Wolfbane]

Zylo made his way back to the Black Ale inn, his hood firmly replaced, shrouding his face as he took a seat in the corner.  

[Methodless Madness]

((Sorry for not posting in, like, a million years. I've been pretty busy and not been able to get to Orkina much. I'm so sorry!))
Lisa smiled as she exited the tavern. She had collected a few coins waitressing tables and now she had enough money for a month's worth of tea. The girl glanced up to the sky, trying to remember the nearest cafe. "There's a shop around here somewhere..." she mumbled as she started roaming the dark alleys in search of tea.((What time is it in the RP?))  

[Fvel]

((Currently, it would be around 1:10-2:35 am))  

[Methodless Madness]

((Thanks!))  

[Zero the Demon hybrid]

~sits cloaked on a roof and laughs~

what to burn wgat to burn
who to scare  

[Venakaine]

Anthrielle woke with a start, tangled in the sheets of her bed. Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was far too early for any sane person to be awake. She sighed. Alright. I guess it's time to be up then. Untangling herself, she walked over to her nearly barren closet, selecting a pair of skinny jeans, torn at the knee and a vintage tee, her preffered attire. Running a brush through her hair, the reflection in the mirror mimicked her every move. She saw the same oddly paled eyes, auburn hair, and angular features she saw everyday going through the same routine.

Finally ready, she slipped on her favorite pair of boots and stepped stepped outside, into the brisk morning air, in search of something to eat.  

[Zero the Demon hybrid]

Venakaine

Anthrielle woke with a start, tangled in the sheets of her bed. Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was far too early for any sane person to be awake. She sighed. Alright. I guess it's time to be up then. Untangling herself, she walked over to her nearly barren closet, selecting a pair of skinny jeans, torn at the knee and a vintage tee, her preffered attire. Running a brush through her hair, the reflection in the mirror mimicked her every move. She saw the same oddly paled eyes, auburn hair, and angular features she saw everyday going through the same routine.

Finally ready, she slipped on her favorite pair of boots and stepped stepped outside, into the brisk morning air, in search of something to eat.

~walks behind you cloaked~
how are you?
names Demon