Good? Bad? Maybe Sad?

Fia Areli

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Atol sighed, he was so sick of pretending he was some sweet wonderful loving guy. He was evil for goodeness sake he rather be killing people than being a girl's personal pet doggy. He loved her but everything wasn't working out, she was too into good and he was too into evil. He wanted to be free of goodness and able to be himself again. He was decked out in full black, shadows followed him. The way he held himself was that of a evil person who cared nothing for one's life.

He looked pretty evil a black trench coat flowing from behind him. He wore shades over his eyes, his eyes had been changing back to their red color slowly. He was going back to his old ways, his ways were reviving slowly in his mind. His powers were still stuck to shadows, he'd get energy back if he kept this heartless way. He'd become the same cold killer as before. He suddenly tripped falling down, his own shadows tripped him. He was sick of these retarded powers. He wanted his energy control back. He growled inwardly.

He sat on the side of the path, sighing his eyes flickered between red and brown. He remembered being shunned for them before, but he wasn't a tamed pet. Though he felt like she had a collar picked out for him and everything. He even barked back when she told him to, he tried to defeat his inner evil for her which was something he wouldn't want to do in the first place. He wasn't happy with her, he mainly did it to make her happy. He sighed stuck between the two one eye was brown and one was red.
 

Mackaroon

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Volondra had seen the dark figure walking up the path towards her haunt long before he'd actually been a bother, but all the same, she kept an eye on him as he approached with his shadows following obediantly behind.

When he tripped, had she been at all normal, she would have laughed. As it were, she didn't laugh. Nor did she smile. Instead she watched from her perch on a high up branch of a tree directly above him.

"It's unfortunate," she began in her dull, emotionless voice, "That you appear to be evil, but are horribly not so." she looked down at him with emotionless eyes, disdain lacing her words, though her face didn't change at all, other than her lips moving to form words.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid this day, and all of her fighting acoutrements were placed on her person. Her twin katanas rested on her back in an X, two guns were holstered in her utility belt, along with various sizes of her special silver explosives. All in all, she looked as evil as she was, aside from her delicat face.
 

Fia Areli

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He sighed, "Isn't it? I'm some girl's pet, she treats me as if I'm a innocent puppy. She even has pet names and uses a squeaky voice sometimes when talking to me. I feel like I'm gonna go insane if I have to go shoe shopping with her again. I mean, who wants sparkly shoes that look freakishly cheery?" He growled, "I'm so sick of it, I don't want to hurt her but I'm always pushed into being good and I hate it."

"Yesterday she tried to force me into a pink shirt, I mean..." He sighed. "I want to just end it all, but she doesn't let me get far." He growled the shadows cut a tree's trunk cutting an inch of height off of it. He sighed, "I'm so annoyed at being a disgrace to evil people. I'm so sick of her hovering overing me as though I'm some kind of nice guy. And her innocent smile is so annoying and how often I see it." He said aggreviated that she was forcing him to change in order for him to have her.
 

Mackaroon

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Volondra snorted in what could almost be a laugh. "Do I look like I care?" she shook her head. "Let me answer that for you. No. I don't." she remained where she was, still sounding very disdainful.

She didn't bother to look at his shadows attack. She wasn't afraid. "Here's a suggestion. Drown yourself. Then you'd be rid of her innocence, and I'd be rid of your complaints." she glared down at him, drawing one of her silver bombs from it's pouch and wrapping her long fingers around it.

"All in all, the world would be a lot less troublesome without you in it." she continued on in her smoothe, careless voice. "Or if you can't die on your own, I could always help." she said darkly, her eyes turning slowly to a deadly grey color as she charged her explosive.
 
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