<font color='#0000FF'>Tessera Day 24 Year 81377 (3) BlackThunder spoke quietly with another 'dragon that had an large scar across his face coming down on his left eye. They spoke in the crowded market of Bhim but the 'dragon with scar appeared to be growing angrily as his voice rose in pitch then went lower all the while he moved his hands in anger. This was annoying BlackThunder as his hand produced an cruel looking curved dagger. "Give me the package now" there an hint of annoyance as he lifted the scarred 'dragon and lifted him up. Others watching quickly lowered their head as they knew you could easily be murdered here and it would'nt matter.....much. "ok man ya need to chill put me on the ground....i will give it to ya Black" it was hastily spoken as Black pressed harder with the dagger but he released the scarred 'dragon onto the ground who produced an brown backage that was rectangular in shape and had some odd stains on it. "you may leave....now" Black growled at the scarred 'dragon who turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Blakc finely tuned ears could pick out the scarred 'dragon cursing about him. With the package tucked under his arm and the dagger held in the other, he casually walked up to the 'dragon doomed to die. When he caught up with the scarred 'dragon, he easily slipped the dagger through the ribs to the heart. "do not insult me" he whispered pulling it out and wiping the blood off on the dagger. Then BlackThunder chuckled as he hid the dagger and went on his way leaving the scarred 'dragon to clutch his heart as the icy fingers of death gripped his heart. "thes i hoped nobody saw me" he cursed as he glanced behind him.</font>
<font color='silver'>But there was one who saw the act, a small female of 14oo years. It wasn't the first death she'd seen, and wouldn't be her last. But every time she wandered here, she was struck by the cruelty of the place. It made her want to write something. She pulled a notebook out of her neck-pouch (a small, embroidered affair that tied below her silver collar), and took the pen from behind her ear. Then she began to jot down a haiku, right there in an alleyway in the Black Market in Bhim. so soft death does fall on lus'trous paws of gray fur crimson blood ribbons She admired her work for a moment, and then returned the small pad of paper to its home. Then she walked after BlackThunder, on a hunch that perhaps his appearance would inspire a painting. Rhiannon Juemvull often walked here, though she could not say why. In some way she felt connected to it, and besides, she always came up with particularly good drawings and songs when she came here. None of her friends accompanied her, and her parents probably would disapprove if they found where she went in her spare time. So it was always alone that she padded the market. Her many-coloured, metallic, shifting fur made her seem all the more vivid in the misty, overcast weather. Her glossy black talons clicked on the stones, 'till she withdrew them, and then she stepped silently. Her wings rustled slightly, but she pulled them in with some effort--sometimes it seemed as if they weren't even connected to her mind as they never did what she wanted them to. But that didn't matter now. Now, BlackThunder was on Rhiannon's mind. Her gaze still on the older 'dragon, the spiky-haired femme moved on, a streak of metallic blue-gray-white-black traipsing through the street.</font>
<font color='#0000FF'>BlackThunder had put the act behind him, forgetting it effectively but always there in his mind. He cursed his technique, i should have killed him in private as is my way" the following thought was an long string of curses that ended with the word girl. He knew of this 'dragon following him but why. Had she seen what he had done or is she simply insane he contemplated as he meandered his way through the crowded market...well an black market. He liked this place since it was where he bought the weapons of his trade and the fact it was what could be called an free place. An place to go where there is no rules except survival and many who had been here and lived where skilled in looking after themself. So why was this 'dragon following him? He hoped to lose her in the market and backtrack around till it was the other way around. Him following her. BlackThunder's walk slowed down to an slow pace as he casually closed his eyes then re-opened them , searching for an alley to duck in. An grin formed in his face as he secured the package under his arm so that it wouldnt fall out as he walked slowly almost in an bored way to the alley. When he reached it he spun around suddenly his eyes searching out for the girl. He saw her now he knew what she looked like it was time to continue. He walked deeper into the alley, letting the shadows hide him as his bared his fangs telling all to leave him alone.....or suffer his wrath. He stopped abrubtly and stood perfectly still as he made his claws extend themself. Black grinned as he slammed an claw hard into the wall as he scaled the wall making his way to the rooftop. The package was held between his mouth, he was being careful not to pierce it as te package was valuable. BlackThunder hoped the girl had missed his entrance into the alley while he scaled the wall. If she had then she would be turned around so that it would be him following her not the other way around.</font>
<font color='silver'>Rhiannon's interest was piqued, however. The glossy, glimmering blue femme tucked her gossamer wings close to her sides, and slinked along the side of the building, slowly following the male. It seemed he was struck with the idea that he could evade her, which was amusing to the small femme. Her artistic eye picked up every nuance of a situation... including this. Only the tiniest of things went unnoticed when Rhiannon was there. The small female noticed BlackThunder creeping into the alleyway, and cocked her spikey head. She had the feeling he would try to double around. Maybe I should go home, she thought with a hint of unease. But she was so curious... So she decided to creep into the alleyway, just to see where the male was heading off to. Her small, lithe body streaked 'round the corner, then pressed to the damp stones of the wall. Quietly she watched BlackThunder climb up the wall, and then hesitated a bit before following clumsily. She dug her gleaming black claws into the mortar, where they found many hair-breadth cracks. She flapped her batlike wings to keep herself moving. Finally, she ascended to a flat plaster roof, on the top of some apartment/store complex, she guessed. For a moment, she wondered why she was up here. But there was something about BlackThunder that drew her, drew her to his story. It was strange, but there was... Quickly, she crept around behind a large vent pipe, and made her body as small as it could go. Then she waited.</font>
