mysterykitten
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Roleplayer of Zahara and Marshall West
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 6, 2012 10:12:12 GMT -5
[ Time of day : Evening ]
Zahara breathed in the steam to calm herself down, a stressful job she took on had just been finished, one she would really like to forget. But a curved wound on her face, as well as a few on her arms marked the memory. The target was tougher than she expected, and now she paid the price for underestimating. Small drips of blood ran down her face and arms into the hot water below. She didn't want to get into the spring just yet, no, she really only came for the steam. While standing on her back legs, she tested to see if she could still wield a knife, twisting her paws around and mimicking the movements of a dagger, (For she left all of her weapons at her house, she didn't want to arouse any suspicions right now ) cringing as she did so. In probably a few days she could move properly again, but tomorrow she would have to take a simpler job that paid less, much to the assassin's disappointment. She loved to make money, but yet again, who doesn't?
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