To whom it concerns... (open to all)

[Dante]

With her staff at hand, Dante looked around the busy city square of Avaren. Her hair had grown longer since the day Bloodwing had attacked the city and left a huge crater within the ground that some people were beginning to fill with dirt and water. Teal eyes looked out from that longer auburn hair, a light snicker upon her face.

Her original clothing had been stained with blood far too much to remove, therefore was forced into wearing different clothing. She wore no cloak, but she held tightly onto the slender form of her staff. She had transformed it into a metal rod with a decorated amythyst head. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it certainly made a few people look at her oddly. With that transformation of her staff, she merely turned it into a tool for her magic to wreak havoc. It was no longer a magic item, for her power now, was her own.

Dante sighed and proceeded through the square untill she found a vacant bench around the fountain and sat down. She had heard about the things going on, Bloodwing's little servant running around town doing every little whim of his and that Knight and Princess, She knew they were going to be a nuisance. The worst part about that little servant girl though is that Dante knew the girl liked Bloodwing, how foolish, Dante was waiting for the day when that girl slipped up and got eaten.

Of course, Dante knew this all, but the people of the city were none the wiser. Dante looked across the walkway between her and the rest of the fourty or more acre square. There was a poster hanging pathetically from a tree saying "hail the king and queen!". She huffed. Dante knew what was going to happen to this land in the future.

(I am just bored. D= Halp)

[Bloodwing]

He heaved a heavy sigh as he walked into the square and saw what they where doing to his masterpiece. He wondered to himself who these peons would feel if he went around burning their portraits of smashing statues. Maybe he would get these people to build a statue of his better form. He smiled at the idea and at how insane things would have to be before these people did that.

Today Bloodwing's human guise was not in it's usual noble garb. instead he was in a simple Tunic and trousers, both blood red of course. and a pair of red leather boots. He wanted to so off his wealth but he was wanting to show Dante he could be... humble, when he wanted to be.

He noticed the dark haired woman he was looking for sitting on a bench with her back to him. Looking at the mess with her usual stoic expression. That wasn't going to last for long. He walked up behind the bench and leaned on the back of the wooden seat. "Your race lack the ability to respect art and beauty, you do know that don't you?" he said in a some what low voice that none of the 'repairers' heard him.

[Dante]

"Being human something I'm rather regretful of," Dante said in reply as she leaned forwards onto her staff before turning around. Dante eyed the simple clothing Bloodwing was wearing,"You should wear that more often Victor," she said, running her hand through her hair. "Wearing simple man's clothing will definitely hide your presence among the masses," she said, slowly rising.

Dante sighed lightly as she crawled up onto the bench on her knees and hugged him around the waist, it wasn't an odd gesture for a man and woman to do at their appeared age. In fact, it was rather appropriate. "You could always come back and make a grander piece," she said, nuzzling his back affectionately.

[Bloodwing]

Bloodwing patted her head gently. as he watched the humans destroy his gift. He gave her a heavy sigh at her comment over his clothes. "But I like the attention. The more eyes on me the better." He mock pouted. "It did feel strange to have people ignore him like some common peasant. It sort of annoyed him. No looks of awe from the poor, no sneers from the down-trodden. The looks he missed most where those of respect from the higher class.

At least he had dante's respect, it was better than nothing at the moment. "Your right i could make another. Maybe i should paint the castle next time or that bloody church." he commented to her.

[sia lee]

sia watched her master and a girl with a a bit of sadness in her eyes.as her skirt flowed between her legs and her simple tavern shirt pressed agent her. she walked up to them and bowed low. "hello master victor" she said with no expression on her face.