The weak deserve death.

          ⊰ ♙ ⊱——-; While in the process of leaping from one area to another, the assassin caught a glimpse of a rather odd looking girl. He landing; turning his body around and stared, what the? She was...all white? Huh?                                    

                                                          "Wh-...what are you doing?"

     ⊏☠⊐ →  He made a humming sound as he processed the information. Though it still didn’t aid him in locating where the ‘territory’ was in relation to any other place. He clucked his tongue in slight frustration. At least he could put a name to the location.

« εїз »→; Honestly the girl had yet to find anything wrong with the situation, as no threat had appeared. Except there was one right in front of her eyes, she just couldn’t see him. Had she seen the blood, maybe things would have been different. But for now she was simply going to continue to be oblivious to the danger she was currently in. 

         The assassin spoke out of experience, referring to himself as the wolf, and the prey as his pass victims.

« εїз »→; The girl had certainly heard the voice, but her eyes were still having trouble adjusting and thus she only attempted to look in his direction. "Not exactly, I just heard footsteps, that’s all." Was this person intentionally using the darkness as a cover?

Still, she had yet to become frightened of him, as he had not given her a reason to be. In her eyes it was just a bit startling to encounter someone else in the woods at this time of day. It did prove to make her a bit curious towards the stranger’s intentions. What was he doing in the woods?

                     The last thing you want is to get caught up with assassins.

                        such a long time ago

                                             I don’t even remember