Thread: Chasing Shadows (( TheDarkerMe and Loki-sama ))

Just passing through, that's what she had told herself four months ago. But the problem was, there was no one here protecting the people. She had come through, and noticed that right away. Even with her shields on as high as she had them, she still could sense a Daimon for up to twenty miles away. She had come to this rest-stop because there had been some rumors of young woman vanishing from it. So she had decided to investigate. She traveled with the Hell's Angels, they seemed to be fine with the young woman. She didn't get in there way, and paid for the gas that was used. She had traveled with a man she had dubbed 'Papa Bear' very fitting considering she was everything a grandfather would have been, had she had contact with her biological grandfather. He was a kind old man, that took the pale and shaking girl in when she had first appeared in Portland. The man didn't know what she was, which was fine. But he knew that she could handle herself. Decked out like the men, she looked like a leather clad angel. Delicate features, almost shatteringly pretty. Her eyes slightly slanted, and a perpetually sad look to them. Her eyes had an illusion cast on them, to make them look just plain old baby blue. Though someone with enough powers could see her true eyes. The dark blue outer ring, that melted into silver, that melted into purple at her pupil. Her hair was pure white, pulled back in a clip with her bangs framing her features. The bangs reaching her collarbones, and the hair clipped in the back reaching near her waist. Her clothing was leather, minus her top. She wore leather pants, that hugged her waist and ass and then loosened down around her legs. She wore leather harley boots, a pretty little gift from 'Papa Bear'. Her top was a black to the skin shirt, cut a little lower then she usually liked but it served it's purpose. Her black leather jacket was made to withstand traveling, and that was a good thing. She came from the restroom, and the males came around her. Heckling her, she pretended to be frightened by the blonds, but interested. When the Daimons pulled her out behind the building, further then the restrooms, a feral grin overtook her features. Now tell me gentlemen, what has you so far from your hunting grounds? She asked as she whirled on them. Her shields dropping. The whoosh of energy was enough to make the dust rise up and rush out from around her feet. Her hand came up the ball of shadowy energy forming, as she laughed. Nevermind, forget I asked that. You are the ones stealing and destroying the young women who have gone missing here. She said as she stepped forward. My name is Shadow, simply shadow. As a righter of the wrongs cast on women kind, I will destroy you as swiftly as possible. You aren't worth my time. She stated firmly as she lashed out the ball at one males chest. Then released another at another. They where similar to God-Bolts but a bit different. Formed out of the shadow energy that few actually truly learned to wield. There where three that had no braids and beads in their hair. The three that did would be her problem. Blades came up from gods knew where, but Shadow knew she would have to work fast. As they came at her she dropped to her knees and slid across the gravel, slipping between one of the warriors legs. She spun rapidly by using her hand to turn and then rapidly twisted her body to slam a kick into the mans hip. There was a crunching sound as the Spathi dropped and started to scream. She had been trained for this, trained to kill. The sure and pulsing aura of death... was enough to assure that.