Ziarre leaned against a rough wall, her back pressed against it with her head tilted forward. She glanced at her clothes which were torn and scuffed from her travels. Hey, she didn't always want to teleport. It was fun to climb through mountains and jungles or have fights with random people because they just happened to tick her off. It was just how she operated, being her kind of teleporter and all. A breed said to be born from war and bloodshed. They are creatures that love it, and sometimes lured by it. But death is only caused from seeing some sort of benefit in doing it. Whether it be to amuse them or they pissed them off. Any reason can be used.
Toviel sat on the ground at her feet, indian-style. He appearance two years older than her, and truth be told, he was. He was 17 but drugs and drinking had deterioted both skill and his old personality. Now she was left with a goofball with traitorous tendencies. Neither did her good so Toviel was stuck with both pain and the puzzle pieces of trying to figure her out.
He yawned and leaned against Ziarre's legs, closing his eyes as he began to fall asleep against her. He began to wonder what to do, despite slumber close behind his plaguing boredom. He randomly bit Ziarre's leg, pretty hard too.
Ziarre, feeling that odd pinch of being bitten by human teeth she looked down at him, dark brown eyes narrowing. She created a fist and contacted it with her head in one second flat. She wouldn't take his crap, at least not now. She was bored and getting violent by the minute. And she was angry, the insane ruby hanging about her neck told it as it glowed maroon softly.
