by saint.EXE » Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:52 pm
Altaira held the dagger in her hand and sighed. She wiped the blood away from the side of mouth and a tear rolled down her cheek. She nodded and held onto Whisp's chest fur, hoping that he was right. This was the most damage she had ever received in her life, but not the most tramatizing. When she was a Zorua, she watched her parents killed in front of her eyes, mauled by an evil Druddigon. The Druddigon had given her and her brother their scars, leaving them with a memory hard to ever forget. In her parent's dying breath, her father had given her the dagger, made from a tusks of a Haxorus, and her mother had given Ezio a pendant that Altaira kept safe in her belt.