03-05-2010, 10:54 AM
Soaked silver hair framed the corners of her face, as she knelt perched on top of a building's ledge, as her dark shadow'd eyes gave off their red demonic glow in the lightning. The waves of crashing lights as if the skies had a vengeance on the sun. She bared no motion as She kept her human form, years centuries of practice now only became habit. She would lean down slightly as her left hand would grip the building's side tightly as her nail like claws would dip into the stone to keep balance. Word of a Half helled roamed the voices of those damned on this earth, she needed to it for herself. The usual screaming of the mortals would give the position away of one, but the night remained slight against the loud crashes of thunder. Out of most demons on this earth knew not to cross blades with Sairys, as she was one of the oldest remaining on the earth bound hell they were placed on, and had the most head counts of killing sprees then the mortal police and murders. She hated the scum of a Angel and even more the half helled as they share qualities. She would growl low in her throat as her black trench coat fluttered wetly against the wind....Waiting.
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