Shiav crouched above a roof top, staring down at the streets below. She twirled the vile between her fingers as she stared at the people passing. She Was a young Kitsune with a hard set look in her eyes as if she had seen hell and calm back to speak of it. She was ready to get her kill, her only joy anymore, the only thing in her life that gave it meaning. It was sad, pathetic, and one of the cruelist and most disgusting things about her. The onces proud princess reduced to kill to keep her own head off the chopping block. She pulled the mask up over her mouth. "The sooner he gets here the better" she muttered.




