Havoc ran through the streets Lómëdor, his feet taking him as fast as they possibly could. Even for a Thief, he never knew the city was do damn large. The wind howled, almost like a wolf, sending Havoc off course, due to the sheer power of it. "Damnit." He said as he was thrown off his feet by the wind, slamming hard into a nearby crate. Nobody seemed to notice, infact nobody was even outside. "Weird, its only a little wind." Havoc said to himself, his evil and croaky voice barely heard by the few people who were still outside. He had no real purpose of coming to the Port, but hoped he could snatch a few things while he was there, after all, he was a thief..
"Anywhere close.." He said, tossing his head backwards and forths trying to shake away the headache. He was stupid to come out into the open; the wasn't thief-like. But he was no ordinary thief, he was Havoic and Havoc was known all over Arda for his crimes. Wait, that made it even more idiotic to come out into the open. But he was armed, under his gray cloak was his blade, and he could easily take on a few of the finest guards. He was, after-all, a former combatant of the Battlestand, and thats probably what caused him to gain this cold and cruel-hearted attitude.
"Where the devil am I too go now?" He asked himself, getting up and looking around.
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"Looking little lost, eh?" she asked while walking out slow out of the shadows. She didn't had any motives, she was just taking a walk in unfamiliar places, after all she is fairly knew to Arda at all. She didn't know anything about him, but she wouldn't refuse to find out. Usually she isn't very friendly but it was in her interest to know people in new places where she traveled. Her hand was covered in blood she tried to cover it. Her sharp talons binded to her legs were flashing reflections of the moon. The wind was cold it moved her long brown hair in chaotic ways. Sounds of the water and insects in the grass where making night unsilent.
She walked slowly towards him, he looked stunned ...