32nd Dyo (Spring), 81382 Charcter: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1341Mori Geneva</a> Shady was a term derived from the Black market, shifty looing guys and girls on every corner offering a service or someting to take your mind off the world. Mori wanted none of it. What she did want however was something of much more value. Magicka cartridges, and in the black market they would be a quarter of the price - which meant it was in her price range. Mori looked obviously out of place though, her clean light blue fur coupled with a pale lemon dress. Well she looked like a different being all together in comparison to the dirty, skankily dressed female smoking on the corners. She didn't belong on the back streets. Well at least she looked like she didn't, truthfully, she had more knowledge of combat and killing than they knew. She was soft on the outside, and steely on the inside. She could have easily taken out half the punks here without breaking her stride. Thankfully no-one had tried their luck on the lithe Anubi. Her green eyes searched out the description of the stall she was looking for, red velvet was hung from the sides, with a ramithian sybol of sorts. Everywhere had velvet hung over their stalls, sheets of beckoning material hiding their goods till the last minute. Well she knew the owner wore an eye patch, and so far there was only missing digits. A few minutes later and she had reached her destination. It was a little cleaner than the rest, the gun wares obtained were all in good nick. Mori was surprised. Lo' behold pathces was there too, He was a gruff looking Arden, old and white around the muzzle. One look in his eye told her he was someone who had killed before, and would again. He didn't speak the whole time she had entered, and when she handed over the paperwith what she wanted, he merely grunted, looked her up and down before pulling it out from under the counter. The price wasclearly prinmted on a lable beside it. So heaccepted Khasi? Unusal, but nonetheless she handed over the card, watching very carefully what he was doing. Transaction done. Taking her new purchase out of the store with her she shuffled the bag he'dgiven her up her arm. It was only moments of her being out of the door before she was targeted. A large ardensmacked right into her, and before she knew it he was maing off with her precious cargo. Yelling a string of words that would make someone turn in their grave, Mori felt the red heat of rage descend on her. She Zipped up the black biker jacket she had, patted her back to feel for her gun. Both secured in place, she began to give chase. The Arden who was now running frantically away from the frightenly speedy Anubi summoned his wings, and coming to a large park area he took off to the east. Mori Didn't have wings, so he'd won for now. Frustrated and angry, Mori was still shouting a stream of swear words that would make you skin crawl, before finally punching the nearest gnarled tree leaving a scorch mark in the shape of a fist. How the hell was she going to track down that son of a gun?!
Shiden had been walking through the black market, searching for anyone he could recognize from the last few fights. A new gang had sprung up in Bhim, and was trying to expand its reach... at the cost of his own. The black furred arden was not about to let that happen, after everything he had sacrificed to get to his small position of power, including her. Nykjek He thought, angry at his inability to protect her. She had disappeared one night, but he body was found the next morning, covered in bruises and cuts, with the fatal wound being a gunshot to the head. The bodies of five other pendragons lay around her, all missing a limb or two because of her magicks. They all had the same insignia on their clothes, a spiraling black dragon with a green and blue orb at its center. Over the next few weeks after her death, he had found out about the new gang and matched their insignia to the ones who murdered Nykjek. He was now out for blood, searching for the first one he could find and determined to beat them to a bloody pulp unless they told him where their leader was. He had come to a small park when he noticed a small blue Anubi shouting curse words worthy of a one-eyed carpenter. She was apparently shouting them at an arden who had just taken off with a bag, probably hers, when shiden noticed the insignia on his jacket. Instantly his emerald wings came to life, lifting him into the air and speeding him towards the arden who, in his mind, was just as bad as the ones who had killed his mate. The arden only felt the wind knocked out of him as Shiden gave him a gut punch worthy of the movies. <span style='color:gray'>SON OF A BITCH</span> He yelled, taking them both into a dive and slamming him into the ground. <span style='color:gray'>I've got questions, and you have answers, and for every answer I don't get, you will feel a slight shock</span> He said, emphasizing the slight part.
