✞ Holly Regina Price
twenty-one xx
xx female
magic user xx
xx walking in the city
To say Holly was surprised at the voice was a huge understatement. The fire that was dancing under her skin waiting for an attack surged forward and reduced the smoke in her hands to ash. She turned towards Carson, eyeing him, once determining that he wasn't the biggest threat at this moment she sighed in his direction.
"You know, that was a perfectly good smoke. Sad, really," she said and calmly pulled out another from the freshly opened pack. She let it hang from her lips and lit up a single flame on her index finger. Using that she lit the smoke and took a long drag. It wasn't until she had let out a long breath of smoke before speaking again. "It's not the war, it's the silence," she said calmly. "It's weird."
Holly continued to calmly smoke, eyes shifting from staring in front of her to eyeing up her companion trying to figure out if he was dangerous. So far he hadn't done anything which was good for her but she was wary of him nevertheless. Her staff was laying on the ground beside her, close enough for her to grab if she needed to. She figured he was just human but she didn't want to risk it so she kept a close eye on him.
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☠ trace dov laufrey
nineteen xx
xx male
werewolf xx
xxconfronting an intruder
She just would not give up, would she? The bandage around his arm has fallen off with his transformation and his shoulder was now bleeding again. He was starting to feel the effects of the blood loss. A quick assessment of the situation told him there was very little chance that he could attack her and make it out alive. Knowing this, Trace took the safer route. He shifted back into human form, pulled out his clothes, and then stepped out of the shadows.
"I'm fine," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest. Though he looked fairly relaxed his eyes were taking in her form, trying to figure out if she was a threat, if he should be worried.
