((I don't see how they're so similar. Nyx thinks things through. Shade acts on instinct. The only similarity that I can find is that they prefer to be on their own, and stay in the shadows, and Shade doesn't even stay in the shadows. She actually prefers to just watch from afar. She doesn't even hunt the Hunters unless they try to attack her. Could you please specify on the similarities?))

((Okay.

EDIT: Shade shall now go by Morrigan Reid.))

A crimson hair girl slipped down the street, keeping her darker than black eyes everywhere. Occasionally, she shifted her head back to check her blinds before moving on again. It was slow-going really since she had recently been fighting a hunter. She still carried the scent of their blood from when she went dragon to kill them. Then, she charbroiled them with her black fire just for good measure. After that, she had bolted; not wanting to stay in one place for very long. Stopping again, she sighed and crouched down as she rubbed her temples slightly. 

"The underground tavern should be around here somewhere..." she muttered to herself as she stood up while running her fingers through her crimson hair. Then, she felt a hand press down on her shoulder. Surpressing a scream, she spun around and attacked. But before she actually struck, she half-recognized the face.

"Acheron?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. The other person nodded once; swiftly as a bird. "For the love of... Don't do that! I could of charbroilled you alive! Do you know what burned flesh smells like?" she asked as she gently pushed him away as she took a step back.

Acheron shrugged, but looked extremely apologetic. Then he made a 'follow me' gesture before walking off. The flame-haired female cocked her head slightly in confusion before following the taller male.

"Were you leading me?" she asked; though it came out a bit more harshly than she would have liked.

"Tavern, Drakine," Acheron stated simply. 

[[ Aaaand writer's blockage.... ]]

"Hello, kitty," the young boy said, reaching out to stroke Morrigan's black pelt. "I'm surprised the dogs haven't eaten you yet." He was reminded not to pet random animals when his sister grabbed his hand.

Morrigan let the boy pet her, but she slowly slunk away when his sister gave her a menacing glare. She let out an amused snort, and flicked her tail idly. Ah, how nice it was to live the life of a cat. You got free food by being cute, even if food was scarce. People always wanted to pet you, though that got a bit annoying at times for Morrigan.

The boy's sister leaned over to his ear, and began to whisper inaudible words. However, one sentence was clear over all the rest.

"That could be the witch's cat," the girl said, still glaring at Morrigan.

If it weren't for Morrigan being a cat, she would've burst out into a fit of laughter. These people were so clueless. She was the 'witch'. Of course, she wasn't really a witch. People just called her that due to her strange appearance and her unique ability to create illusions.

Morrigan walked in the middle of the room, and layed down on the rug in front of the fireplace, where most of the people in the room were crowded. She yawned, and stared at the fire, red and yellow flames reflecting off of her eyes. Every now and then, her tail would twitch, but other than that, she was basically motionless.

Ooc; There aren't any normal people living in the city. They've been driven out or 'relocated' by the government. :) The only inhabitants are animals, which are mostly food anyways, and Hunters/Mutants.

Nyx's lips twisted in a sublte frown as she heard quiet footsteps approach, as quick and dainty as a pecking bird. The speed increased as they neared her location, though that was hardly out of the ordinary. A few feet from Nyx was the hidden entrance to the tavern. Two small steps brought her into an alley, the shadows increasing as she walked down it with a haughty sort of grace. Here she felt as safe as was possible, surrounded by strong stone walls and near others of her kind. Despite their hardships the mutants stuck together, though often it was more for themselves than for company. 

The two people who had just entered their hideout had been talking, though Nyx wasn't interested in their conversation. Leaving the two on their own she paused, listening as the familiar whirring of gears announced the opening of the Tavern's door, then a small clank as it shut again. Right now she just wanted to get her bearings and think for a bit. Shutting her eyes Nyx tilted her head back, short hair brushing the nape of her neck with an eerily gentle touch. Shivering as goosebumps jolted down her spine Nyx scratched her neck irritably, wondering if she ought to just hack off her hair in a short men's cut. At least it would stop spooking her like that.

A pert nose twitched as her ears caught the sound of more people. She wasn't sure of the who, but she could tell from the voices that there was woman and one man. There weren't many who traveled in packs in the city, so Nyx simply assumed it was either the siblings, Alyssa and Tyler, or Drakine and Acheron. The faint noise of their conversation carried over the wind and confirmed Nyx's theory.

"Tavern, Drakine." Drakine and Acheron it was. With a small sigh Nyx drew the shadows from the alley, allowing a dim beam of light to brighten their surroundings. She didn't want to spook them.

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Morwen was exhausted. Weaving between the pillars of the ruined skyscraper her legs burned with exertion as she clambered up yet another flight of stairs, her tattered running shoes thudding down on the damp concrete with a sense of urgency. Arms pumping and muscles screaming with pain she burst through a corroded metal door, rolling out onto the roof of the building. A grimace stretched across her pale face and she hurriedly limped towards the edge of the building. Turning back she looked on at the dark hole that led back into the structure with an ex
pression of horror. Banging noises ensued before two figures dressed in black emerged, both carrying two unslung weapons that were pointed menacingly at her.

"Give it up," the smaller Hunter said, her voice screeching and grating on Morwen's ears. "We've got you cornered, you little hellspawn!"

Shaking her head Morwen could only smile grimly, her eyes narrowing on the two. "That's what you all say," she murmured, almost sadly. "Try and follow and you know what comes next."

With a graceful gesture Morwen backed up a few paces, feeling the growing wind dance through her ivory hair. Rolling her shoulders she took a deep breath and began running, aiming for the edge of the building. With one perfectly timed leap she soared over the lip of the roof, her arms outstretched as she began dropping through the air like a stone.

There were shocked yelps from behind her and then the sound of pattering footsteps. The two would be peering over the edge now, staring at Morwen as she free-falled.

"What's with her? She just signed her death sentence!" the man yelled, waving his weapon in the air. Though the wind was roaring now Morwen could guess what he had said, and would have shaken her head if she had the time to do so.

Not quite, she thought, before her bones buckled and melted. With unerring ease Morwen shifted into her avian form, wings cutting through the cool air easily. Letting out a short caw Morwen beat her white-feathered wings and banked, turning around until she faced the building again. Summoning a short blast of air she rose to the Hunters' height, beady eyes watching them coldly.

"Monkey see, monkey do," she cooed, though nothing but bird-like squawks emerged from her beak. With a mental push she sent an anvil of wind to shove the two Hunters off the edge of the building. Their screams were cut off as they fell at an alarming rate.

Pleased with her day's work Morwen wheeled about against and set her course on the older part of the city, where the hideout was located. Within a few minutes, aided by light gusts of wind, she reached the alleyway in which it was located. Fluttering over three other mutants Morwen landed on the slick pavement and shifted into a human, smoothly opening the door and stepping inside.

"You coming?" she asked, arching an eyebrow over an expressive lavender eye.