#wyvearn1

Yang was graceful. She was a trained fighter, having honed her skills for years. She never fell unless knocked over by a stronger enemy, and she always knew instinctively where here feet would fall to steady her before they did. Yet somehow, she’d still managed to nearly bowl over a complete stranger on the street.

“Fuck, sorry--” She paused, looking at the stranger. Well, well, well; the mask was strange, but it didn’t hide the fact that this stranger was a handsome one. Slowly, her mouth spread into a grin.