Love'sRequim
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- Sep 23, 2010
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Willow wandered through the small town looking for her target. It was close to the time when the sun began to set and if she wanted to garentee her own safety Willow would have to find and destroy the one she was after. Naturally Willow had been thrust into the family business since her father had been given a girl instead of a boy. However, she didn't mind. Infact Willow enjoyed everything that came with hunting vampires.
She brushed her auburn bangs out of her face. Willow had made sure to always keep her hair cut short so then if she got in a fight the opponent couldn't exactly grab her hair and use it against her. Of course even without being a hunter willow was still pretty much a boy except for certain parts of her body which were now filling out very well. At the moment Willow was wearing black cargo pants, black boots and a white tank top which showed how well gifted she was in a certain area. However, if anyone mentioned that she would either one beat them to a bloody pulp or completely ignore them.
She had never seen herself as beautiful and often dressed how she saw herself. However, over the years her mother slowly began replacing her shirts as well as some of her pants. "Where are you?" She studied her surroundings carefully with each step.
She brushed her auburn bangs out of her face. Willow had made sure to always keep her hair cut short so then if she got in a fight the opponent couldn't exactly grab her hair and use it against her. Of course even without being a hunter willow was still pretty much a boy except for certain parts of her body which were now filling out very well. At the moment Willow was wearing black cargo pants, black boots and a white tank top which showed how well gifted she was in a certain area. However, if anyone mentioned that she would either one beat them to a bloody pulp or completely ignore them.
She had never seen herself as beautiful and often dressed how she saw herself. However, over the years her mother slowly began replacing her shirts as well as some of her pants. "Where are you?" She studied her surroundings carefully with each step.