Xalath

    Requested by: Domaex (https://www.deviantart.com/domaex)    He could tell she was different; from the way her skin seemed almost transparent against the suns rays- to the way the atmosphere around her seemed to swirl and rise above everyone else's. It was almost hypnotizing how she carried herself- confident, strong, and fearless. Everything he aspired to be in his life... He couldn't help but admire her from afar.    Credence had first noticed her during a rally at Central Park- a few days after the one in front of New York's bank; which had ended early due to an attempted robbery. His mother said it was caused by wizards- as she always seemed to find a reason to

Please read the description after!        "Shouldn't you be wearing a dress?"    The lady turned around with a snarl, sending the native man an irritated glare. She was, indeed, wearing pants. Rather dirty ones in fact. Hell! Her entire outfit was dirty! It smelt to him like she hadn't taken a shower in days- if not weeks. Her shoulders were coated with a long leather frock coat with large brass buttons along the opening, some nearly coming loose with the thread. A white blouse covered the skin under the coat, along with a dark blue brocaded vest, tightly enclosed around her torso with stronger buttons, also seeming to be made of brass. L

Requested by ~holster262 (https://www.deviantart.com/holster262) Loved    It was no secret that death was an easy thing to achieve. And, with her being born a hunter, was the first thing her parents crammed into her mind. It didn't scare her- only brought out her rebellious side, a thought 'do it now before you can't' was something she lived by. She was certainly a wild child; always getting into trouble no matter where she was, or which school she transferred to. But her act was only to make her stronger.      Now here she lay, (y/a) years of age- body broken and battered with bandages gripping her torn flesh. She was in pain, so much pain that she was barely able to spe

(A/n: Please read the description after you are done reading!)    The dark vortex of her eyes shrank to a small dot as bright headlights of a passing car swept over her pale face. The woman cringed at the intense brightness, but thanked it for bringing her back to reality. She walked heavily along the concrete path through the cities' park with only the highlight of the moon to guide her. There of course, were a few old-fashioned lamp posts here and there to guide the way. Although, she did not have use for these lights since she could easily see miles away in the darkest of nights. Her sight was her strongest of weapon, and she was damn pr