liriae

        The assassin rushed to emerge into the shadows of the dark alley.         "Dammit" she whispered and wiped the bloody scratch on her face while removing crimson hair strands to improve her vision. Her narrowed eyes made her scar stand out even more. Not detecting her enemy's silhouette through the blackness she took a moment to lean against the wall. She groaned in pain as she removed a black arrow stuck in the flesh of her thigh. As she pressed her palm onto her waist, the pain was renewed and her hand was painted with her own blood.         "Dammit" she swore again. Sound of footsteps made her grab her only weaponry, a pair of dag