((Up to the top we go.))

((Yup. Ish be very sad

This had better e a gahl darn good intro; it's takin me forever. XD))

(( Your accepted Winter. I haven't died. If I have though, I've come back to haunt my RPs. XD ))

Silent walked on the street, his hands in his pockets and his head down. A black hooded cloak was thrown over his shoulders, the hood thrown up, hiding his face. He gazed at the people from under his hood. Anyone one of them could be government. The mark on his right shoulder seemed to simmer slightly. Anyone one of them could be after him. After his work.  He glared down the people who flicked glances at him.

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Riven sat in front of the piece of paper, gazing at it, the pencil poised in his hand. he sighed and rubbed his temple with the palm of his hand. And image flashed in his mind. A raven perched on the barbed wire of  fence, flaring it's wings as it cried to the sky. Instantly his hand was moving across the paper, the image seeming to come alive as his hand sketched it out. He bit his lip and his eyes held a fierce concentration as he held onto the image. As he finished the raven and the background, he began adding shading. Then he grabbed the special colored pencils and began shading in the dark and gloomy colors. A few minute slater, he sat back and studied his work with a content sigh. It was amazing. Almost life like. The bird sat on the barbed wire of a fence, flaring it's raven gloss wings, a feather drifting downwards, revealing the lost ghost battle behind the fence. The flames of war having died down, leaving it's path of destruction and death. Riven smiled slightly. It was a beautiful. And sad.

At that moment, there could have been a storm, thick fog, making her escape impossible. There could have been hunters, smiling treacherously as they shot down the marvelous red-tailed hawk, deciding how to cook her for dinner. There could have been a tangle of kites that made erratic flight patterns and sent her plummeting to the ground. But there weren't. Not one cloud in the sky obscured the hawk's vision, looking down at the park below her. In it, there were people running and having fun, but amungst them, a person, she could not tell the gender from her aerial view, in a black cloak trudging almost angrily through the gras.s. This piqued her interest, and the girl-hawk angled her wings to take her downwards. After years of shifting, the girl had become quite good at many forms, making landing so much easier than the first time she tried it. Aim. Percision. Perfection. The hawk landed directly infront of the person- who she could now scent as male, and convieniently block him. She tiltied her head to the right, pretending that her landing there had been merely coinsidence, an accident.

(( huh. Just read that. Thanks. ))

Silent froze, glaring down at the hawk. "Now are you going to tell me why you did that, shifter, or must I pretend you are really a hawk?" He asked the hawk in front of him. A person turned to stare at him, but backed away when he saw his cold glare and fled. He turned back the hawk, crossing his arms and pretending to study the bird.