Virgo gasped as an explosion overhead set a cactus alight with searing flames. Her eyes reflecting the fire, Virgo drew her twin knives hesitantly, looking out for any enemies, ready to eliminate them.
She was in the Nevada Deesert, as were the other members of the Light, and also the members of the Dark. The battle had been going on for at least two hours now. It was more a game of cat and mouse than anything else. She had only encountered two members of the Dark since this whole incident had begun, and both had bypassed her before she could draw her knives and attack them. Not that she was ingrateful for the lack of action.
Occasionally the fighting could get out of hand, and Virgo usually got sick of it quickly after it began. These bursts of fighting tired her, and she wanted a life of peace; longed for it. But when she had a brief respite, she couldn't relax. She merely worried during her downtime, dreading a new call to arms. Heh. The life of a soldier. The life of Light.
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Pride sighed as he sheathed his blade. Wiping his fringe, he stood at the ledge of the cliff, observing everything before him. He longed for the taste and touch of blood. Ah the thought made his body full of pleasure, his mouth water.
Crouching down and picking up a handful of sand, he let it loose, allowing it to spill between his fingers and drift away on the wind.
He'd never been in the desert before. Pride liked it. Open hunting grounds made for wonderful spying and elimination. Even though he was yet to see an agent of the Light traipsing around, he would see any below him, significantly reducing the chance of somebody sneaking up on him from behind and taking him out without his knowledge. Wonderful... The life of a soldier. The life of Dark.
She was in the Nevada Deesert, as were the other members of the Light, and also the members of the Dark. The battle had been going on for at least two hours now. It was more a game of cat and mouse than anything else. She had only encountered two members of the Dark since this whole incident had begun, and both had bypassed her before she could draw her knives and attack them. Not that she was ingrateful for the lack of action.
Occasionally the fighting could get out of hand, and Virgo usually got sick of it quickly after it began. These bursts of fighting tired her, and she wanted a life of peace; longed for it. But when she had a brief respite, she couldn't relax. She merely worried during her downtime, dreading a new call to arms. Heh. The life of a soldier. The life of Light.
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Pride sighed as he sheathed his blade. Wiping his fringe, he stood at the ledge of the cliff, observing everything before him. He longed for the taste and touch of blood. Ah the thought made his body full of pleasure, his mouth water.
Crouching down and picking up a handful of sand, he let it loose, allowing it to spill between his fingers and drift away on the wind.
He'd never been in the desert before. Pride liked it. Open hunting grounds made for wonderful spying and elimination. Even though he was yet to see an agent of the Light traipsing around, he would see any below him, significantly reducing the chance of somebody sneaking up on him from behind and taking him out without his knowledge. Wonderful... The life of a soldier. The life of Dark.