by Kittytalia » Sat Feb 07, 2015 12:51 pm
Violet had no clue what'd happened moments ago, and he found that the grounds where what'd almost come to a fight, had his knife on the ground. He sheathed it. Violet ran off after that, wanting nothing to do with anything at that moment.
Vincent reached his house, and picked up a longer knife from his assortment. He stared at his reflection a moment, feeling hollow. He put it back and went to the attic. "This means war." He muttered, meaning it for Ir. he found a sword in the attic with a black blade, long, thin, and deadly sharp. He attached the sheathe to his side, then practiced in sheathing it quickly a couple times. He was sure to take a knife as usual. He left in the direction he'd seen Ir and the rest go with a silent and angry determination.