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Commission PieceCold. She could feel the air prickling her skin and making the flesh stand up in goose pimples. It took her long red hair and billowed it out behind her, straightening her natural waves. For just a moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, enjoying the feeling of filling her lungs with crisp nighttime air. She opened them slowly, almost reluctantly, dreading what it was that she knew would come to pass.Commission Piece by EyesOfWolf
She kicked off her high heeled shoes and picked them up off the roof top. With a careless toss she lobbed them over the side of the building. A faint smile touched the corner of her lips as she heard them bounce against the wall a few times before landing with a final crash on something metal in the alley. She flexed the muscles in her feet, curling her toes against the cool stones.
"What are you doing?" the man who was with her asked with a slightly disgusted look in his face. He was wearing a tuxedo and had a single gold chain with a diamond studded charm ar
Nighttime VisitorThe city was silent as the moon shined down from her celestial home. She bathed the roofs in a gentle wash that seemed to provide more shadows than she illuminated. Her brothers and sisters twinkled in the cloudless sky – an inspiration to both poets and astrologers. A gentle hush had fallen over the entire town as the inhabitants crawled into their beds and easing their way to the land of dreams. However, a single figure dressed in black danced across the top of the buildings with a grace that was more feline than human. She took a large leap from the edge of one building and barely managed to catch the edge of the neighboring home.Nighttime Visitor by EyesOfWolf
With a silent heave, she hoisted herself over the edge and crouched down on the roof. She looked around, narrowing her eyes. Here and there, small windows of light flickered, but there was no movement. She heard a shuffle to her left. There was a flash of light and a dagger appeared in her right hand, cocked back and ready to throw. With a hoot, the owl la
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