A song of ice and fire

Sted: Gågaden
Tid: Senere hen imod aften
Omgivelser: De fleste passer deres egne sager og går ellers bare rundt.
Vejr: Overskyet efter en ellers solrig dag.
Emne til: @Dean (I did it)
Outfit: Link
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Aftenen havde ellers forløbet sig ganske fredfyldt. Norella havde besluttet sig for at mødes med en gammel ven inde i byen, men de sene aften timer var slået ind - og nu ville hun tilbage til hotellet. Norella puttede hænderne i jakke lommen og begav sig ned af de smalle gader i gågaden. Solen var netop gået ned, og lygtepælene var de eneste som lyste de smalle mørke veje op. De varme gullige lys var behagelige og formede en tryghed i hendes sind. De hasselnødsfarvede øjne så op ganske kort og et svagt smil sneg sig frem på Norellas læber. Hvad hun mindst havde forventet var pæren der sprang, og gav hende et chok. Hun gik et par skridt tilbage, og så til siden. Nogle skikkelser kom nærmere, flere til den anden side. Norella kneb øjnene en anelse som de formede sig i en cirkel omkring hende. "Time is up siren. You are done," sagde den ene med en hæs truende stemme. Han var højere end de andre, men mindst ligeså bredskulderet. Norella løftede stille på et øjenbryn. "I have no idea what you guys are talking about. Isn't it past your bed time anyways?" Svarede hun igen og lagde armene overkors. Hun havde ingen anelse om, hvem de var eller hvad de ville. "Don't play dumb with us. You really think, you would get away with killing one of our people?" Stemmen kom fra højre side og fik Norella til at flytte øjnene kort derhen. "I haven't killed anyone of your people." Pointerede hun endnu engang, men hun vidste, at det var deres sandhed. Der var ikke noget som hed at få dem på andre tanker.

Norella mærkede hælen fra et sidespark mod den nederste del af sin ryg, og blev tvunget til at falde forover. Hun placerede håndfladerne imod den ru fortovs overflade, og så op. Endelig fik hun sat sig op og så den af dem i øjene som virkede til at være lederen. Han greb om hendes hals og tvang hende tilbage til bens. "Don't make me frosty," advarede hun ham i en truende lav tone, "you wouldn't like me when I'm frosty," tilføjede hun som de hasselnødsfarvede øjne blev krystalhvide og hun greb om hans håndled. Håndledet frøs til is, og uden meget besvær var hånden om hendes hals frosset ligeledes. Det tog ikke mere end et lille ryk og hånden fladt fra håndledet. Lyden af is der blev smadret i tusinde stykker fyldte gågaden op, som den frosne hånd ramte asfalten. "Should we try this again?"

Mariella, she looked up at the stranger coming towards them. Not because she reacted to the specific name, maybe just because it was a stranger coming to help like a dark knight. Norella didn't respond to the name he had called, just looked at him. If he could help her a little in this bad situation, she didn't really first care what he called her. However, it wasn't the first time someone had called her that. The same guys they were surrounded by had done the same. It was strange in a lot of ways. One of the guys threw a bottle at the the werewolf, the glass shattered almost like the ice had on the ground. Norella looked back as the guys ran off. "Cowards," mumbled Norella to herself before brushing off the remaining dirt. "I'm fine," she looked up at him. There was a way he looked at her, like he was searching for something, or someone. "Takes more than a few demons to scare me," she added quickly with a smirk on her lips. "What about you, are your shoulder alright?" Norella asked and frowned a bit. She grew curious about who he thought her to be. It was odd having someone to look at you like that, like he knew her. Her hazel colored eyes looked into his and she tilted her head a little. A part of her really wanted to know this person, this Mariella. Why did so many think about that girl when they saw her? Norella looked a bit around them, making sure no one else had seen them or heard about the fight. She grabbed the stranger to pull him with her, mostly to keep them away from the crime scene. If anyone saw the frozen pieces of a hand, there would be trouble. "What?" She stopped and looked at him as she let go of his arm. Norella crossed her arms over her body and narrowed her eyes slightly.