Thread: The leader of the pack (Candira and Raven)

Bang! That was the sound of a very feminine fist cracking the ribs of a very masculine traitor. The man looked terribly frightened, as well he should have been. The leader of a rather infamous gang had him cornered and was very displeased. The woman in question was Roxanne Katerina Julius , also known as Hell's Butterfly and the Midnight Maiden. These were but two of the most common names the woman went by, but she was as eternal as the night itself--a nocturnal creature who'd ruled the streets of the fifth district for as long as anyone could remember. She certainly wasn't an old woman--in fact, she was only twenty-two--but her name had been passed down to her from the previous leader of the pack. She lived up to it. Her life was no secret, and she made no attempt to hide who she was, but the fellow who was now bleeding profusely in an alleyway of the fifth district had tried to betray her to a rival gang leader. He'd obtained information about her security in her home and was about to turn it in when he made the fatal mistake of spreading the word around her men. Tonight, the man would die for trying to stir up unnecessary trouble. Roxanne didn't even try to show pity as she fired three bullets straight into his head and burned the information he'd been carrying. Rest in peace, you son of a bitch. Her delicate hands played with the gun in her hand for a few moments before she put it back into the holster on her hip. She turned around and let her minions take care of the man in the street, the corpse now very easy to handle. Her brown eyes flashed as her second in command tried to convince her to go home with him. This was a refusal he never tried to change. After all, he'd just watched her kill a man after breaking nearly every bone in his body with only herself as a weapon. He wasn't about to challenge her will now. She pulled her hair back and tucked it into a helmet before straddling her bike and riding off into the night. She needed to clear her head....she needed to smoke. When she found the perfect spot, she stashed her bike in a garage she actually owned and removed her helmet, shaking free the curls beneath it. The curvy brunette stepped out of her duster jacket and sighed, as she pulled out a cigarette. Her long, shapely legs were encased by black denim and high heeled boots that came up to the top of her shins and had a thick sole and heel. They really only added about an inch to her 5'9 figure, but they were fairly stylish. On her perfect hips was a brown leather holster that belonged to her grandfather on her mother's side. Resting beneath the holster as a white tux shirt with feminine capped sleeves. It was cut and shaped perfectly for her body and she kept it untucked. A black vest rested over this ensemble, making the outline of her full and fairly large breasts that much more obvious. She stared at the sky as she took a long drag of the cigarette and chuckled at the knowledge that only a few people had actually seen the tattoos that everyone knew she had. There was one of butterfly wings low on her hip and another tattoo of her gang's insignia on her lower back. Why she thought of this now was beyond her, but it took her mind off of the dead man she'd left in the alley, and that was just fine with her.