#v:demonic

The female had no real reason for being there other than pure curiosity she had her own weapons, from knives to guns her favorite by far though what her whip, a whip she called forth from her dark energy, demonic energy she lovingly called it the ‘Shadow Rose’ since the handle had rose like designs. Along side the whip she could call forth her scythe however those two were limited it took a vast amount of energy  to use either of the two more than likely after a battle the female would be comatose for a good day or two while her body built up her energy once again.

Her heeled boots tapped against the floor below, the sound creating a soft echo as she made her way along the line not having seen nor heard anyone the entire time part of her wondered if security was even there.. then again with the place being what it was she guessed loud noises and noisy people weren’t welcomed.

The female paused as she felt the change in the areas power balance someone else had entered, some one powerful normally it wasn’t as easy for the demon to sense another presence meaning whom ever had entered was indeed powerful.

Closing her eyes she took a slight sniff of the air attempting to catch a scent as well as making herself look stupid in the process hearing a few chuckles. Puffing out her cheeks in a huff the female turned to follow the invisible trail her curiosity shifting from the weapons to this mysterious being, was it good?. bad? indifferent? male? female?.

Getting closer she paused giving a light cough, yes this was definitely a male someone of such power in a place like this almost seemed laughable as she continued to follow once she found out she would be satisfied well.. she hopped she would be.

Wrapped in one of her large black towels a smaller one currently wrapped up within her hair as well, the demonic slid her hand across the fogged up mirror  looking at her reflection.  How many years had it been now since she fled her homeworld? 9 almost 10 years she guessed in all honesty she was surprised that her fathers hunters or army hadn't discovered what realm she had fled to.

Pulling the towel from her hair watching as her damp blond locks fell over her shoulders she was sure they were close however no one could stay lost forever, letting the towel drop from her body the demonic moved to start dressing in her usual attire which was mostly shades of black colorful clothing was alright but she enjoyed and thought she looked best in the darker colors. Once dressed she looked at the mirror once again grabbing  the hair brush, pausing her movements.

"I know your there you can come out".

The demonic had picked up on the others scent, the breezy night being an advantage to the leather clad blond.

"Well hurt maybe, a surprise bite would have probably triggered a right hook". She answered truthfully raven lips currently around a glowing smoke. The thing was taken from her lips and flicked away into a small nearby puddle.

Taking a few steps closer to get a better look of the girl noting the slight height difference. "Out huntin'?".

“Don’t worry, They’re mostly plain coloured.” Amane assured her, continuing to brush, knowing Demon wasn’t the type for sparkly things, Amane didn’t mind but only in moderation. “I’ve got a large black one you might like. It’s great when you want to keep the hair off your neck.”

"Okay good I don't need to be leaving a glitter trail were ever I go". The Demon mumbled sentence falling quiet as the other went back to brushing out her blond locks  eyes remaining closed.