Snippet #1657751

Aden watched the female known as Azrael in a bit of shock. Her and Zephyr may not be human, but herself and her friends? No way. She walked around the room for a moment still listening to the girl. She still had so many questions, but seeing they were being rushed now, it was best to not ask anything. Nothing stopped the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. What were they trying so hard to avoid? Sighing she looked at Ryu relieved he was all right. Good thing he woke up. It was one less thing she had to worry about. "I know." She spoke plainly. "I hope we're right about this." Looking at her friends one last time, she glanced around the room for weapons.

Truth be told, she thought she would do more harm than good if she grabbed anything. As Aden walked along the wall her eyes fell on a pair of crescent blades. After picking one up she grabbed the wrong end causing the blade to cut her hand. Instead of screaming out in pain, everything seemed to not matter except for the crimson running down her hand. The smell was so strong to her. It sparked her interest as to what other people's blood smelled like and...tasted like. Aden quickly found a piece of cloth and tied it around her hand. The smell of blood was stuck in her mind now. She picked the blade back up and placed it along with the other one, around her waist. She managed to find a belt that could hold both the blades around her waist so she didn't have to carry them. "Okay guys let's get going so now." Her voice was a little raspy and she was sure why right now. Taking a deep breath her eyes were taken away from her friends when she heard Zephyr talking again.

She knew she could trust him in what he was saying to them, so she nodded her head showing she agreed with him. Turning back to her friends she nodded her head in the direction of the door. "I know we can trust them." She spoke in a more soothing tone than before. Turning her back to them once again, she headed for the door and walked out of it. Stepping outside felt so much better than that cramped room they were all in. Aden stood next to the door waiting for her friends to all come out. Her eyes managed to wonder back down to her hand. She was staring at it watching some of the blood beginning to sink through the cloth. It put her in a trance like state until she snapped her attention away to look forward again. It was so hard to try and not think about the blood coming from her hand right now. Running her good hand through her hair, she sighed as she waited.