<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Time: Mia 24 Clock: Around deep Night Look I took an old post of mine that I am proud of and put it back here. I only write long when I'm in the mood for it or even if the character calls for it. Sometimes characters like Rogue are far easier for me to type for.</td></tr></table> Ears flatten against Rogue's skull, eyes narrowed in her icy cold stare. Swift movements of her lithe body as she carried herself among the status of the Black Market. It had been so long since she had wandered anywhere. She had wondered why she had just suddenly fell off the face of the earth. It seemed so unnatural for her, perhaps alot of them had forgotten about her. Not that she'd care anyways, she was a solitude creature. Always keeping to herself. She hardly trusted anyone and didn't care if anyone trusted her. Though she did miss a few dragons here and there. Perhaps very close friends of hers, perhaps even a relative. Jahhar, one of her closest friends; Dom...Her grandfather that took her in under his paw. Such good times, but it was her fault they fell down the depths of the fiery pits of hell. Figure of speech of course. She had just up and left. Never to be seen or heard from again. Such a pity, so she thought. She had been through a lot worse. That is if they never wished to see the likes of her ever again. Ebony and gray fur matches up her body. With numerous wounds and among other things scarred into her body. A pride tattoo keeps itself with held among her left thigh. A rigid type of silver hair-fur caress among her head trailing to her rear. Stopping where her rigid tail begins with a flared tuft ends. Her appearances that of a wolf mixed with a feline. Rage of that as a dragon. Eye clouded with the misty moons. She ventured further on. Remembering the tough times aswell as the bright times. So she atleast tried anyways. What else can she dwell on that wouldn't totally end up in lost and twisted in a way unexplained? So many things crossed her mind. Forcing down bad memories. Trying to get rid of the good memories. Why? Brought nothing but her disappearance. She ran away from the things that mattered most to her. Trying to conceal the fact that someone cared about her. But perhaps she wanted less burden among her shoulders then she already had. She loved them with all her heart. She just couldn't deal with the fact that they were always there. Not closely used to it, but she had always yearned for it. When she got it, she wanted out. She didn't want them to suffer as she had once before. She was afraid so they tell her. Recluded with lost and pain, she kept going. A low growl rumbling through her throat. Enough memories. It's time to look upon the present and set things right. You are you and that is all that matters. You take your own steps and keep going. Time will subside your fears. Your burdens. She tried to reassure herself of this. Pushing aside the unimportant and sorting out the important. Eye darting each way as she quickly padded on all fours. With swift movements her dark form blended in within the dark shadows of the street way. She was almost like a dog. Her right eye permantly shut with a scar sealing in place. Only letting her free left eye wander the place. Though she had gone perfectly through this world with one free eye. Used to her disadvantage and making direct sure no one used it against her. No that was not her blind spot. A low growl rumbled through her throat as she halted near an alleyway. Memories drowning down her mind. She shook away this memory of hers. Gritting her ivory fangs in frustration and regret. Pull it through Rogue. She commanded herself. Punishing the very weak of her mind and pushed her strength all the way forward. Only hoping the best came of her. Turning to pad further down her path. Not quite sure where she was going. But as long as it was far far away from her original destination. She can only hope her paws take her somewhere beyond reality.
The jet black, feline-like dragon was perched on top of one of the buildings overlooking an alleyway. She had stopped to rest her wings after a long, tiring flight from the desert. Shadow blinked her green eyes and wrapped her tail around her furred body, basking in the glorious light of the moon, the wind blowin her dark red hair in her face. She brushed it back, and then ran her hand along the soft path it made down her back as it stopped just at shoulder length, the rest looking like a mane as it ran down her back. Looking down, she saw another dragon down below, running. It suddenly stopped and just stood there, as if lost in thought. It was about to take off again, so, Shadow decided it would be a good idea to go check things out. She flew from her perch and landed in front of the newcomer. She just blinked. "Hello." Her tail once again wrapped around her right leg, which had an orangeish-red tattoo of flame on it.
