by Hopeflower » Mon May 30, 2011 3:05 am
Somewhing whizzed by Riva's ear with an audible whistle and, with a dull thunk, embedded itself into the bark of a tree just behind her. Arsenic, with a blank experssion, was twirling one of his silver needle-like slivers of metal between the fingers of his left hand. Behind Riva, the one he'd thrown had hit his mark dead center - he'd aimed at the tree with a clean one, not wanting to waste his poisons. He cocked his head slightly. 'Were I being serious, you'd be on the ground now,' he said mildly, with the air of someone commenting on the weather. He stopped twirling the sliver and let his hand drop to his side, weapon held between his index and middle fingers.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown