Post by Diona Silverswitch on Jun 12, 2010 17:32:44 GMT -5
"Ectu rathrin altador mya." Diona chanted softly. She took a knife, covered with the blood of a condemned man (the guards of Death Row at the local prison were very generous) and began lightly carving runes in to the doorway of her new apartment. She was interrupted by a knock on the door. She put the knife back into the space underneath the floorboards, scowling the entire time.
"If it's a Hunter, then this isn't my lucky day." She looked back down to where the bloody knife was held. Her beloved birch switch was propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, expertly hidden by a lamp. There were others weapons (none of them having anything to do with iron, of course) stashed around the sparse-looking apartment. "On second thought..." She said with a wicked grin. "Maybe it is."
Smoothing her hair down and fixing her shirt, Diona opened the door.
"If it's a Hunter, then this isn't my lucky day." She looked back down to where the bloody knife was held. Her beloved birch switch was propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, expertly hidden by a lamp. There were others weapons (none of them having anything to do with iron, of course) stashed around the sparse-looking apartment. "On second thought..." She said with a wicked grin. "Maybe it is."
Smoothing her hair down and fixing her shirt, Diona opened the door.