06-25-2018, 08:47 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Abella was a strong woman. She was raised to be a soldier for Griffingate, like her mother had been. She had seen what the Blackfallen were capable of. Her little sister and parents had died in a fire that had supposed to have killed Abella- as she was a strong warrior. She had remembered holding all three of them at the same time and screaming her grief out to the world. That day had changed her. She had been a innocent teenage girl, but she had become cold, promising to herself to never love again. Then she had met Leon. The man who managed to break through her walls and win her heart, only to be captured, tortured and killed by members of Blackfall. Abella could remember the day that they brought Leon home in a crate. She had buried him behind his first home and she decided to take residence in that house, to ensure she would be buried beside her only-love.
The short-haired woman had been walking the streets of Griffingate's capital, a wallet held tightly in one of her palms, when a few short men had walked up to her. Without warning, two of them ran up behind her, wrapping their arms around her waist- while the other grabbed her wallet and took off.
Clearly enraged by this, Abella would bring down her feet onto one of the man's feet and she quickly broke free from their grip. She would then follow after the man who ran off with her wallet, pushing her way through a large crowd. She would jump forward, tackling the man who had her wallet and locking him in a firm choke hold. "Give it back to me." Abella said, her tone serious. Afraid of her, he would give it back to the short-haired woman.
She would let him up and all three of the men had bolted off, trying their best to get far away from her in a small amount of time, which worked out for them. Abella could only watch with a amused smirk on her lips.
The short-haired woman had been walking the streets of Griffingate's capital, a wallet held tightly in one of her palms, when a few short men had walked up to her. Without warning, two of them ran up behind her, wrapping their arms around her waist- while the other grabbed her wallet and took off.
Clearly enraged by this, Abella would bring down her feet onto one of the man's feet and she quickly broke free from their grip. She would then follow after the man who ran off with her wallet, pushing her way through a large crowd. She would jump forward, tackling the man who had her wallet and locking him in a firm choke hold. "Give it back to me." Abella said, her tone serious. Afraid of her, he would give it back to the short-haired woman.
She would let him up and all three of the men had bolted off, trying their best to get far away from her in a small amount of time, which worked out for them. Abella could only watch with a amused smirk on her lips.