Axalia
Axalia was in the alley, his golden eyes looking around carefully as he cleaned the blood off his hands with some rubbing alcohol. He stopped after doing this, his thin body backed up behind a dumpster which he'd dumped a body in just a few minutes ago. His golden eyes looked at his pale hands, the blood stained shackles around his wrists were as tight as they could be around his thin wrists. He was around six feet, six inches in height, and horribly sickly skinny. Even so while hunched over he didn't look that tall, his silver locks of hair over his face as he looked around. His skin was pale, covered in scars everywhere underneath his black cloak, then again no one could see underneath his cloak. If they did they would have fainted at the amount of weapons under it. He had four white angelic wings that sprouted from his back, but they were folded up behind him as much as possible as he hid. He was making sure no one had seen him. He of course glanced over to his pet, whistling the wolf ran over to him and he pet him gently. Topaz, his only friend, was a dire wolf rare in the city. He of course didn't care, he never went anywhere without his faithful companion. Axalia finally stood up and looked around, it wasn't like he had a home, perhaps this place would be a good place to sleep. It was the middle of the night of course, he wasn't usually out during the day. He took a moment to see, it was raining of course, and even though that stung him, the alley had enough roofs around it that hung over, that he wasn't feeling the rain that much. Yes it stung a little, but it was nowhere near the damage in his mind and heart. He noticed Topaz whimper, wondering, was there someone else here? He glanced around, golden unnatural eyes looking around sharply.
Axalia was in the alley, his golden eyes looking around carefully as he cleaned the blood off his hands with some rubbing alcohol. He stopped after doing this, his thin body backed up behind a dumpster which he'd dumped a body in just a few minutes ago. His golden eyes looked at his pale hands, the blood stained shackles around his wrists were as tight as they could be around his thin wrists. He was around six feet, six inches in height, and horribly sickly skinny. Even so while hunched over he didn't look that tall, his silver locks of hair over his face as he looked around. His skin was pale, covered in scars everywhere underneath his black cloak, then again no one could see underneath his cloak. If they did they would have fainted at the amount of weapons under it. He had four white angelic wings that sprouted from his back, but they were folded up behind him as much as possible as he hid. He was making sure no one had seen him. He of course glanced over to his pet, whistling the wolf ran over to him and he pet him gently. Topaz, his only friend, was a dire wolf rare in the city. He of course didn't care, he never went anywhere without his faithful companion. Axalia finally stood up and looked around, it wasn't like he had a home, perhaps this place would be a good place to sleep. It was the middle of the night of course, he wasn't usually out during the day. He took a moment to see, it was raining of course, and even though that stung him, the alley had enough roofs around it that hung over, that he wasn't feeling the rain that much. Yes it stung a little, but it was nowhere near the damage in his mind and heart. He noticed Topaz whimper, wondering, was there someone else here? He glanced around, golden unnatural eyes looking around sharply.
