[Anurah Loveheart]

Anurah lit a cig she leaning against a clad wall the ground had seem to be barren and the skies dark. She licked over her bottom lip tasting the nicotine she pushed herself up off the wall and put out her cig on her belt throwing it down and looking over her environment her eyes calculating the distances and near by towns, She began to walk pulling up her hood to conceal herself and inwardly appearing awkward to fit the ways of society and blend in. The sound of humans made her annoyance strong she growled at the emotions rising up in her, She was made for killing yet here she was walking around amongst those she hated more so then anything.