Not everything is as dark as it seems....

Miss Becca · Site Admin Joined: 28 May 2005 Posts: 1621

Whispering winter winds, whistled around the planes as Mokona stepped forward, along a hard concrete floor.
Her footsteps padded across the surface, kicking up particles as she walked.
A slow click could be heard as she took the safety off her gun.
Two pale white hands gripped the handle, while one finger was coiled around the trigger, of the silver gun.
"Come out come out where ever you are." A feminine voice called out in little more than a whisper, but in a tone that sounded strong.

The voice had come from a set of Dark indigo blue lips. They were positioned in front of a set of exquisite white teeth.
These dark lips contrasted nicely to the hazy gray toned blue eyes that scanned the environment around, the pupil dilated then contracted to suit the storm cloud covered sky.

"I don't want to have to come and look for you." She said again as silence had been the reply to her last statement.
She turned around quickly, as a slight movement caught the corner of her eye.
A mass of long bright aqua blue hair ruffled against her back as she moved her head, and fell over one of her eyes.
She shook her head slightly, to shift the hair from her eyes.
She took another step forward looking down the sight of her gun.

The female looked to be of 20 years of age.
Monona's tight black canvas buttoned cropped, sleeveless shirt, protected what little skin it covered from the bitter wind.
As did the black dull leather shorts she wore.
Black flat ankle boots left a lot of leg room, to which she had strapped leather hostlers and other attachments.
It was clear that she was a professional with weapons of the gun variety, not just because of the way she handled the gun, but because of the amount of different weapons she had in the holsters.

She took a step backwards. Mokona was facing north.
"Come on. I haven't got time for games." She said confidently.
The fear that she had did not show in her voice, or eyes.
For anyone who wasn't Mokona.
She seemed to be one person you didn't want to be on the wrong side of.
Whispering winter winds, whistled around the planes as Mokona stepped forward, along a hard concrete floor.
Her footsteps padded across the surface, kicking up particles as she walked.
A slow click could be heard as she took the safety off her gun.
Two pale white hands gripped the handle, while one finger was coiled around the trigger, of the silver gun.
"Come out come out where ever you are." A feminine voice called out in little more than a whisper, but in a tone that sounded strong.

The voice had come from a set of Dark indigo blue lips. They were positioned in front of a set of exquisite white teeth.
These dark lips contrasted nicely to the hazy gray toned blue eyes that scanned the environment around, the pupil dilated then contracted to suit the storm cloud covered sky.

"I don't want to have to come and look for you." She said again as silence had been the reply to her last statement.
She turned around quickly, as a slight movement caught the corner of her eye.
A mass of long bright aqua blue hair ruffled against her back as she moved her head, and fell over one of her eyes.
She shook her head slightly, to shift the hair from her eyes.
She took another step forward looking down the sight of her gun.

The female looked to be of 20 years of age.
Monona's tight black canvas buttoned cropped, sleeveless shirt, protected what little skin it covered from the bitter wind.
As did the black dull leather shorts she wore.
Black flat ankle boots left a lot of leg room, to which she had strapped leather hostlers and other attachments.
It was clear that she was a professional with weapons of the gun variety, not just because of the way she handled the gun, but because of the amount of different weapons she had in the holsters.

She took a step backwards. Mokona was facing north.
"Come on. I haven't got time for games." She said confidently.
The fear that she had did not show in her voice, or eyes.
For anyone who wasn't Mokona.
She seemed to be one person you didn't want to be on the wrong side of.