Date Posted:14:53:12 02/05/03 Wed Author: Vuzvuox Vegekyt Subject: ...
A tall man strides in, slamming the door closed with an irritated snarl. White folds snap stiffly behind his tall, lean form as he stalks forward, over to one of the great glass windows. After pulling off his sword-belt, Vuzvuox sprawls into a chair, one leg draped over the wooden arm and angular chin resting upon a pale palm. Angry thoughts swish through his tired mind, wearied from the half-mental battle with the Blackblood scum. Long, slender fingers tap idly, cool silver eyes shining in thought. Or really, in the desperate need to kill one of Death's pets. Half a glance assures the Hunter that his blade is still there, wrapped in snowy cloth with only the gem-encrusted hilt protruding.
