Date: 3 Month: Tria Year: 81377 (4) ::Char:: http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=1573Katanya Shiretonz - 6000</a> ---------------------------------------------- ::the streets buzzed with the excitement of all those around, the wind blowing, and the sun shining, this was the perfect day for an outing, of which sort unknown, as the lonely pendragon stolled down the old alleyway, she noticed a small medallian laying under some rubble, she slowly stumbled over to it, looking around to be certain no one was watching, she picked it up and slipped it into her shoulder bag:: ::walking northeast towards her home, she watched everyone around her, ensuring that no one was following her::
<blockquote><font color=#331123 face=tahoma>The streets might be touched with sunlight, but they were still a dangerous place to walk. Xerxes figured that was the way it was supposed to be, though. After all, it did happen to be Bhim. The infamous landscape wasn't as morbid and dreary as he had anticipated, though. Not that he really wanted it to be. His preference actually leaned toward what it was. Somewhere that was like everywhere else in all ways but one. That one way being that it was home to some of the most wanted criminals in all of Ramath-lehi. Quite the considerable difference, he supposed, but Xer wasn't really all that depressed by it. As a matter of fact, it was part of the appeal. Trouble was his middle name. Well... next to Overacheiver, that was. It was entirely by accident that he - quite literally - ran into the older pendragon... ok, so it was partially planned, but not in the way one might think. Considering the fact that the eighteen-year-old had no intention of... alright, we'll stop there. He had turned his head on purpose, but it was half-accidental. Err... right.
::she could feel the presence of another, close to her, even though there were many pendragons scattered along the streets, this one giving her a strange feeling, she hurried to her home, in a blink of an eye she disappears from sight, her black and red fur glisening in the darkness, the sun just lightly touching her, she looked around, hoping no one had seen her, she just sighed in relief::
Shimara was wandering about the streets of the Black Market. The sunlight made it seem a geniune place to be, but she knew otherwise. Her eyes darted from side to side, keeping a watch out for danger. Eventually, She fixed her gaze on the other two pendragons from the crowd, her hands in on her sides. She scented the air and continued to scan the area for danger, wondering if the two pendragons would bother with her presence.
<blockquote><font color=#331123 face=tahoma>Xerxes blinked lightly at the disappearance of his target, of sorts. Yet it was simple to twist his body so that he followed, darting after an unintentional point of attention. Initially it hadn't been his idea to actually follow her, but the fact that she moved away from him was enough to suggest that there was a reason. It wasn't that easy to trail her, but he managed, claws looping easily around a pendant that he had scooped up from the ground. Dropped by her or another of the Bhim inhabitants or shoppers. Probably cursed or something, but what the heck, it didn't matter to him. Though his eyes slid over Shimara, he didn't acknowledge her, seeing as she wasn't a part of this - not yet, anyway. <font color=black>"'scuse me, miss, did you drop this?"</font> Xerxes asked, holding up the silver-and-black pendant which swung casually from the end of a golden chain. It might be hers, but it might not. The male just wanted to know which was the case.
