<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp= Dyo 81379 Atleast four sentences tops. Be literate and atleast somewhere descriptive. I'm not wasting my fingers! XD</td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'>The ebony and silver scarred hued fae made her way across the jungle she had once been. It was raining once more, she however loved the rain, but not now. She did not need to get sick, no, to much danger. She sneezed slightly and slowly made it into a cave. She shivered slightly and curled up into a dark corner. She loved the darkness. Her humble home. She coughed once, but remained silent. She perked her ears, remaining alert for a few moments, before relaxing. She curled up tighter, wrapping her tail around her, buring her face into her tail. She curled up her paws. She slowly closed her eyes to rest a few.</span>
[OOC] She appeared to Dom, evil. He wasn't in a hurry, he had the rest of his life to use to exact vengance on evildoers for the thousands of innocents hurt by them. And so he had tracked her. The rain bothered him, the drops falling from a grey sky through green trees. He was soon soaked him to the bone, making his trenchcoat a burden to walk in, but he continued on, bent on taking one more evildoer down before retiring to the nearest covered area. But throughout all of this, he made sure a strange blue laser sight was kept aimed between her shoulderblades as she trekked through the jungle. He wouldn't waste a bullet on her back though, he would wait until he got the chance to put a bullet right between her eyes... When she entered the cave, he grew worried, the darkness didn't by any means frighten him, but the thoughts of the things that could be living in it did. He creeped inside, his crosshair shaped eyes flicking back and forth, seeing nothing but black. He took a few tentative steps foreward, and then a few more, until he was walking normal speed through the inky black haze. He thought about turning back, but this old 'dragon would not let her escape no matter what. He kept going, before tripping over something furry and falling to the cave floor in a heap, and his gun skittered across the rocky floor until it hit the wall somewhere not far off ahead of him. He cursed, and after drawing his other gun, he began patting his hand around, looking for the dropped weapon. He hoped it was just a thrown out rug... But he knew for sure it didn't feel like one. Maybe whatever it was, was a deep sleeper? Not friggin likely...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>LOL Your OOC didn't go through, but an interesting start-out for me ^^ Thanks :P</td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'>She perked her ears slightly as she felt something trip over her. She quickly jerked herself up to all fours with a yelp. She had only one of her eyes opened, her left. Her right eye was useless, scarred shut. But that did not become her weakness, she evolved around it. She adjusted her eye abit to focus what had tripped over her. She growled lowly as she found the form, seeming to be groping around for something. She grit her fangs, likely worried. She tensed slightly and decided to speak, shoving her fears behind her.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"Were you following me? Why were you following me?"</span> <span style='color:gray'>She grew angry at the fact at being possibly followed. She pinned her ears and narrowed her gaze as she glared at the other. She flicked her tail and then relaxed it abit. She shuddered slightly from the cold waters that still drenched her fur. She remained on all four, daring not to stoop to two.</span>
Dom whipped around, not soon after grabbing his gun and aiming both neon blue laser sights at Rogue's forehead, so they lined up between her eyes even in the pitch black. His crosshair shaped grey eyes swiveled around in a complete circle and glowed blue, his special way of confirming he had a lock. <span style='color:gray'>Freeze evildoer, name your past faults during your life, admit to them and name your sentence, or else I shall place a bullet in your skull.</span> Dom replied, in monotone, sounding like a robotic judge rather than the old headhunter he actually was...
<span style='color:gray'>She tensed slightly as she felt the laser between her eyes. She backed away slowly, perking her ears slightly to his words, before pinning them once more. She was confused at why this was happening. She jerked her head slightly.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"Evildoer? Crimes? Why what do you mean? I do not understand."</span> <span style='color:gray'>With that it was true. She did not understand, crimes she had avoided all her life. Her only fault was trusting someone she should have not. That someone that had ruined her life permantly, but somehow gave her something to learn from. She backed a few more paces. She was so confused, she did not understand at all.</span>
Dom snarled and refocused the beams of light. <span style='color:gray'>The crimes you commited in which you harmed innocents, accidentally or not. I can tell, you're guilty, now admit it or I will not only be your judge and jury, but your executioner!</span> He stood up, and now held both guns outwards, the neon blue laser sights and Dom's glowing blue crosshair shaped eyes being the only source of light to reveal the events unfolding...
<span style='color:gray'>Her heart raced across her chest as she saw the guns. Her fear rising within her. She did not understand still, but then it clicked to her abit. Though she did not remember commiting any crime. What does he talk about?</span> <span style='color:blue'>"My Crimes? I tell you so I have not commited any crime. If you wish to excute someone I give you my rapist and my abuser to kill! Not I!"</span> <span style='color:gray'>She tried her hardest to calm herself, making sure as to not allow her temper to take the best of her. Though this male angered her, but made her fear him aswell. He had something she did not. She feared the male gender sometimes. Now she feared them.</span>
Dom's eyes opened wide, and the blue tinge to them died down, letting the cave sink into darkness again. He stalled for a moment, the blue laser beams ever so slowly sliding down her face, until his arms slumped to his sides. <span style='color:gray'>I... Was wrong... It wasn't evil... But hatred...</span> He holstered his guns and sat down crosslegged, his trenchcoat billowing out around him on the rock floor. He tossed a small canteen in front of him, and then in a fluid motion drew one of his guns and shot it before it landed, igniting it into a small roaring campfire, illuminating the cave once more. He seemed to ignore Rogue for a moment as he stared blankly at the flames.<span style='color:gray'>I was wrong? I've never been wrong before... She seemed evil...</span> Dom muttered to himself, before falling backwards and staring silently up at the ceiling.
<span style='color:gray'>She tilted her head as the gun slowly lowered. She kept her gaze among him silently. Watching all his actions, listening to his words. She perked her ears at his disappointment. She heaved a sigh and jumped slightly as he shot the gun. She watched the flames dance slightly in the campfire. The reflection of the flames dance within her gaze. She looked to him slightly as she slowly sat on the opposite side o fhim near the fire.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"You seem...well..disappointed."</span>
He looked blankly at her for a moment. <span style='color:gray'>My sole purpose in life is to prevent those who are evil from causing harm to innocents, my parents were wrongfully accused and died as a result of a cruel tribesman. I vowed when my parents died that I would kill the evildoers that plague this world to prevent other good, nice, perfectly harmless people from being hurt, mentally and physically... I've always chosen my prey well, choosing those with an air of guilt or destruction about them, and I've always been right, they admitted to it and faced their crimes, and were executed as free souls, going on to fromina in peace...</span> He paused and coughed lightly, before pulling a flask from his trenchcoat and taking a swig, splashing a bit on the fire to keep it going...
<span style='color:gray'>She quietly listened to him. She pinned her ears slightly and shook her head. She remembered alot of things about what he had said. Sometimes it hard living without your parents. Though atleast he knew what happen to his. She did not know who or where her parents were. Some told her, she was an unwanted child, others said they died. Which was true, that was a mystery. She had wondered about it for years, only to leave it behind.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"I understand.."</span> <span style='color:gray'>She replied, lowered herself to the ground as she watched the fire.</span>
Dom splashed a little more brandy onto the fire and moved over against the cave wall. <span style='color:gray'>I'm sorry, maybe I should give up trying to do good, purifying souls and helping the innocent is useless when there are more evil people being created than you can ever track down...</span> He studied his gun, tracing his hand along the barrel, trigger, every part painstakingly crafted by his father. Then he raised it to his temple, and closed his eyes, preparing for the end...
<span style='color:gray'>She tilted her head to see him slightly. She was shocked at his words. She quickly stood up and scampered over to him. She shook her head and grabbed the gun slightly, pulling it away from his temple.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"Don't be sorry. Everyone makes mistake. Don't give up on something you have determined your life to do."</span> <span style='color:gray'>She did not wish for him to give up. Giving up was no an option unless you really wanted it to. She never chose it, but she could of. Though what would it be for her? She had gained something more then she had ever had in the past. She grit her fangs slightly. Why was she being so nice? It was not like her. Why was she near a male? She was afraid, but yet, something seem strange.</span>
Dom's eyes slowly opened. <span style='color:gray'>I've been doing this for almost 50 years, living a tortured life... What could be left for me besides trying to save people who cannot be saved?</span> He let his hand holding the gun fall to the ground, and chugged the rest of his brandy, wishing it would make him drunk, and then when he killed himself in a stupor, he could blame it on the drink. But it wasn't enough, he just HAD to build up a tolerance to poisons, alcohol and drugs didn't he? He cursed himself, but then the words Rogue had said sunk in. <span style='color:gray'>I'm an old fool, thats what I am... Just an old fool...</span> He threw the empty flask on the fire, and watched it burn, the flimsy metal crumbling and turning black. He holstered his gun and stretched. <span style='color:gray'>Thank you young lady, and to think I was originally planning to kill you... Name's Dom Felp'Kjytt.</span> He stood up and held out his hand, hoping that she wouldn't be frightened by this would be assasin...
<span style='color:gray'>She tilted her head, watching his actions. She kept to his words, making quite sure they sunk into her. She understood them with good power. She nodded slowly.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"Alot of things could be left. I've lived a tortured life aswell. If I would have ended my life, which I have planned so many times to do, I wouldn't have made the success I did today."</span> <span style='color:gray'> She tilted her head as he extended his hand and gave his name to her. She hestiated a few moments, not quite sure if she should trust another. She shook her head and shook his hand slightly.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"The names...Rogue Thupyf."</span>
Dom smiled and tipped his hat to her. <span style='color:gray'>Now that formalities are out of the way, what next? It looks pretty bad out there...</span> He motioned to the hole of light that made out the entrance. The grey sky could be seen, sending a endless supply of rain down on them, along with lightning abound. <span style='color:gray'>Even in a jungle with trees as protection, I reckon it's too dangerous to go out there until the rain lets up...</span> He stroked his chin, staring out into the bad weather as he did so, trying to come up with a plan. <span style='color:gray'>Maybe for something to do we could explore this cave further down? It leads down at an angle, so I'm assuming it leads into a network below the jungle. I heard there was some sort of criminal hiedout here underground...</span>
<span style='color:gray'>She glanced to the rain slightly, watching the lightning strike. She was not afraid of the rain at all. Nor the lightning that strikes across the sky. She shook her head and stood at the entrance, stepping a few feet out as she allowed the rain to drench her fur even more. She smiled and lifted her maw to the sky, closing her eye. She liked the feeling of the rain, the cold water. She had heard every word he had said, but she wasn't quite sure she was safe. She did not say a word, remaining still as if she was frozen.</span>
Dom stared blankly at her, as forked lightning illuminated the background. <span style='color:gray'>Thats probably the stupidest thing you could do right now, you know that?</span> He warned, watching a large bolt of lightning slam into a tree not far from where she stood, disintegrating it's upper half in miliseconds. He felt responsible for her safety. <span style='color:gray'>Uh, Rogue, I advise you come inside now, I don't feel like having to bury a smoking corpse...</span>
<span style='color:gray'>She perked her ears and tilted her head slightly as she opened her eye and looked to him. She scowled slightly as she disappeared within the shadows of the night and appeared near him. She shook her head and eyed him.</span> <span style='color:blue'>"Don't worry to much about me, I've taken good care of myself."</span> <span style='color:gray'>She replied as she padded further into the cave. She stopped as she glanced back to him.</span>
He was used to this sort of thing, he had experienced alot in his life, different types of teleportation among them. He wandered after her, drawing one of his guns with his right hand. <span style='color:gray'>It was still a stupid move... So are we exploring the deeper inside?</span> He asked, leveling the barrel to his eye as he did so. He then holstered the gun and did the same with the other, and when he was satisfied with both his guns being in working order, he began walking slowly deeper in...
