Adrion has been keeping a very fine watch. He noticed many tactical targets, such as sexy blond with quite the impressive weaponry on her, a lovely women with short hair and an exciting look on her face (whom Adrion could have sworn was casually chatting about butchering humans) and another blond with impressive legs, which seemed incredibly suspicious. Two hot blondes in the same forsaken bar, at the same time? Such an oddity requires further scrutiny!
It was then that Adrion saw all of the odd balls of the bar stand up, following some drunken man. The hell are these people doing? Then Adrion saw her. His spine flexed, sending delirious quivers throughout Adrion's skin. His hair stood up, his hands nearly reaching for his knifes. In the line of creeps that tailed behind the drunken man and his accomplice, as well as the odd blond, a dubious woman followed, a cozy smile upon her unacceptability adorable face. Such a short and minuscule life form one could not possibly taken in for a killer-- a thief of purpose and joy--yet her rifle stood tall and loaded, ready to open holes with the click of it's trigger. The short strands of her auburn hair radiated a foreign and odd sense of safety, as if such a woman could not possibly hurt a fly which is exactly what she wants. So defenseless and full of opening, no doubt to lower the guard even further. Such a vile being! How low could this thing possibly get? Adrion's training kicked into gear, his Masters instructions echoing in the back of his head as he followed the group.
Let bulls run you over Adrion, but do not, under any circumstances, let a threatening target out of eyesight.
He did not. He followed closely behind her, studying her every move and breath, his hands casually floating over his knifes. He gave a short bow to the bartender, a man who was kind enough to sell Adrion quite a bit of alcohol without noticing he was a minor.
...but what of the targets which bare fangs? No sharp claws or an intricate system of muscles covering their skins? Those small and fluffy looking things in the middle of one of the most perilous forests? Those Adrion, are the most treacherous.
It was then that Adrion saw all of the odd balls of the bar stand up, following some drunken man. The hell are these people doing? Then Adrion saw her. His spine flexed, sending delirious quivers throughout Adrion's skin. His hair stood up, his hands nearly reaching for his knifes. In the line of creeps that tailed behind the drunken man and his accomplice, as well as the odd blond, a dubious woman followed, a cozy smile upon her unacceptability adorable face. Such a short and minuscule life form one could not possibly taken in for a killer-- a thief of purpose and joy--yet her rifle stood tall and loaded, ready to open holes with the click of it's trigger. The short strands of her auburn hair radiated a foreign and odd sense of safety, as if such a woman could not possibly hurt a fly which is exactly what she wants. So defenseless and full of opening, no doubt to lower the guard even further. Such a vile being! How low could this thing possibly get? Adrion's training kicked into gear, his Masters instructions echoing in the back of his head as he followed the group.
Let bulls run you over Adrion, but do not, under any circumstances, let a threatening target out of eyesight.
He did not. He followed closely behind her, studying her every move and breath, his hands casually floating over his knifes. He gave a short bow to the bartender, a man who was kind enough to sell Adrion quite a bit of alcohol without noticing he was a minor.
...but what of the targets which bare fangs? No sharp claws or an intricate system of muscles covering their skins? Those small and fluffy looking things in the middle of one of the most perilous forests? Those Adrion, are the most treacherous.
