Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141223184931/@comment-5583506-20141223221019

Her eyes flickered, but her hands were steady. If she still had been that lost girl she hated from eleven years ago, perhaps she would be quivering in her wrists, but not today.

''How dare he be so prejudicial? He doesn't know what I have been through... Not that it is any of his business anyhow.''

For a short moment she hesitated between severing his head and lowering her blade. Somewhere inside her conscience a little voice whispered and she ultimately lowered her blade and glared at him.

"Your blood isn't worthy to stain Frostbite", she said somberly and then walked off from the group, secluding herself from them.

''Honour is real. It saves lives, ''she reflected. ''He is wrong. Honour made me put my weapon down. I saved his life.''

She held out Frostbite in front of her and gazed upon her reflection in the blade. She wondered if all the other Ghost-Wolves had been with her in that very moment.

"I miss you", she whispered.