Snippet #1692706

CRASH

The glass that Rivera had been drinking from hit the floor and shattered. Cries of alarm and protest filled the small room, but Rivera wasn't paying much attention.

Her key was glowing.

She studdied it closer, but really had no idea what it meant. "What the hell?" She quickly grew annoyed. "Why can't I just be rid of this damn thing?" She laid some money on the table, grabbed her cloak and threw it on as she headed out the door. Figuring it was time to skip town, and that she had already drawn enough attention to herself, she began heading back the way she had come, towards the inn.

She passed someone in a tall cloak, with the hood up. She paid him no mind, he was none of her buisness, and she none of his. Until of course, her tail and ears, as well as fangs came out on their own. Her hood not up, her demonic form was now in full veiw for anyone to see. Had he done something to her? It was then that she realized her key was trying to lead her back to hte man, as if...they were being pulled together. She soon saw the same purple glow around his neck.

Everything clicked. "Aw, hell." She muttered. Not only was this guy a fellow Demonic, he was her partner. The Dragon Demonic of Air.

She could do nothing but scowl.