It had been a long time since either Tala or Xana had been here, and unlike before, They were now one person. Even They did not know how they ended up like that, and they are still getting used to it. So, because they were so new to the whole ‘one body, two brains’ they tended to try and do two things at once, but because Tala had always been the more dominant of the two, she tended to control more of the actions and words than her twin, but because she was so nice, she spoke in third person. Xala, thusly called because both were to stubborn to give up their names, had been walking for a while, the six inch blades on her gloved hands leaving little indents in tree’s if she got lost, which she wouldn’t. The blue haired girl didn’t look very menacing, it was mostly her blades that made her scary, and she was good with them, well Tala was. After about five minutes of trampling through the forest she came across her target, the dread army hideout… place.
Xala was rather shocked and a small quirk tilted the corner of her mouth up, as she looked at the ‘hideout’. “Well, This is… different�, she spoke, though quietly; she had two voices, though they spoke at the same time. One was lower than the other, but only slightly, and if someone knew either Tala or Xana before the little merging, they would be able to point out who’s voice was who’s. The Dragon merger gave a sigh when the door closed and a rather dirty thought ran through her head… One that she didn’t care to express out loud. The blue haired girl gave a smirk and shook her head, putting her hands on her hips as she walked towards the door. Careful not to make much more noise than needed, the only way that she could have knocked on the door without killing it was to kick it, so that’s what she did, though rather lightly. Opening the door, careful to have her mismatched eye’s closed, she stepped into the room.
The door was lightly closed behind her and she had her eyes closed, she felt around. Careful not to slice through anything she just leaned against the wall. “Don’t worry, we aren’t looking.� She spoke, careful to be quiet and keep her head down. They would probably see her as a threat, though she didn’t look very tough. Blue hair was ‘spiked’ up and a trench coat fell to her ankles, it was done up below her breast and her hand her hands hanging at her sides, six inch claws between each knuckle.
(Blagh… sorry if it sucks ^_^; )