Talk:Anton Atharm/@comment-26208390-20130822014714/@comment-26208390-20130822112246

She swept closer with catlike grace and idly placed her smooth and oddly warm hand over his, which currently rested on twin blades. No emotion even rippled her eerily passive features as she inclined her head, soul-piercing eyes rather caculating and observant. Her hand fell back to her side.

She waved her elegant hand dismissively, her tongue flicking out to run along her lower lip in her endeavors to moisten the relatively dry flesh. As a curious memember of the Broken Covenant attempted to advance on them and fit into the idle conversation, she shot a venomous look that made the young boy -- who appeared the age of sixteen -- halt in his tracks and stiffly spin on his heels to walk away just as briskly as she offered a silent warning.