moonlight_child

Meka looked down at the small grave she have bulit for the pup. The wind blew and strand of her long black hair surrounded her face. She then turned and began walking down the road again. She shed no tear, after all it was only a pup. She knew it was going to die. Meka did well of keeping her emotions in tact. After all she was an assassin, a killer. Death for her was just a way of life.

Meka stop as she seen a wagon ahead in the road. She paused for mere seconds then decided to travel along the road in the forest, at least until she was alone once again. Perhaps they had something that could be of use to her. Meka pulled her black cloak closer to her as she walked among the shadows of the trees.

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Love is like a gust of wind; it blows and then goes away...
Without you, my soul goes out of control on the brink of danger...
My world is already in a violent storm