Lonely Forest II - (elf/spirit/human RP)

[Rayen]

((Well... was bored, and edited it again XD
Btw... BUMP.))

[cazio]

(( wait, webkinz, who's Azula? I don't remember seeing her anywhere xD ))

[webkinzfan12]

((Not If I make an eviler character! *goes to make form*))
EDIT:
Race:dragon spirit
Type: (if you're an elf)
Gender: female
Name: Azula
Age: 216
Appearance: And hair down:
Are you evil?YES!
Can you fight? YESSS!!
Crush:We'll see >:3
Other:I am oficialy obsessed with Avatar XD

((There she is ))

[Rayen]

-KATERYNE-

Kateryne still stroked the horse's mane. The horse tried to retreat, get away from her dead, icy fingers, but Kateryne's voice in his mind was as hypnotizing as any charm or spell. Yet she could sense his panic, flowing through his veins, pulsing with his heart. She tasted it mentally; ah, the fear of death. The one thing she couldn't experience nowadays, for every sign of life on her body was gone. Delicious, the fear was so delicious she had to let another twisted half-smile slip out.

"I don't mean to call you a liar donna, but I do not believe you. To be killed by another human being is something one does not 'let go' or forgive and rightly so. "

Kateryne tilted her head, looking rather like a curious child, straight into Ezio's eyes. She could see them beneath the hood; her night vision worked very well with the shadows it cast. Ah, hazel. Just like the man who killed her, he had hazel eyes. Not too surprising, though. The humans often had chestnut coloured eyes. She had her own in sky blue and icy silver, the beauty of Napoli, combined with her fair hair. She had got many admirers, some romantic, others cheeky, others violent. Her thoughts went grim, even though she still grinned on the outside. Her beauty had cost her life. But a small chuckle followed that thought. She had some temper, too. And possibly, in her new existance, she had inherited that characteristic. But, by now, she had to play nice.

''I know, I know, signore. Yet, I try my best to it.'' she sighed. ''Past is past, and I have better to do than worry on broken things that cannot be mended.'' she smiled once again, and shook her head. Her hand still resting on Rohan's mane. She had to keep the horse weakened. In case of any problems, his master would have to dismount and run. But no human being can run faster than a spirit flies. She repressed another chuckle. Not too hard, huh?

Do not lower your guard yet, we're not done, she said to herself. Much could still go wrong, but she was confident on her skills and, if needed, the powers of shadow and ash she had earned on her brief stay at the Dead Lands. They were enough to confuse - or kill.
Hey, hey, calm down. You don't want him dead. You like to play with food. she she had to remind herself. But she had to plan every detail and tiny possibility. Yes, a flawless scheme; that was what she was building. Her mind sharp and accurate as a razor blade tainted with fresh blood, yet ready for its next kill.

[Rayen]

((Anyone there?))

[Rayen]

((No one? ))

[Rayen]

(( Is this going to die again? ))

[Rayen]

((Geez, peeps, are we really letting LF2 die?))

[softballsava]

((I just need more time, and i need a main plot line, I'm out of ideas..))

[Rayen]

((Okay. We should start the disease))