Layila stood at the edge of the village,the sun was slowly setting and she was going to finally have a little fun. She had made her wings unseen and her wolf, Larka was folowing closly behind her, while Lienna, a snow leapord, prowled the other side of the village. Vrine'winith following ji veir Larka! Mumbaro doeb beldro natha cirle bauth l' che'el, Usstan ssinssrin nau siltozen! Mumbaro nin! She called harshly to the wolf, and it obediantly moved to an uncovered area, and moved quickly. Layila then spread her wings, and moved into a new position. She drew her bow and knocked an arrow, as the last few rays of sunlight disappeared under the horrizon. Let the hunt begin... She released the arrow straight into the neck of a young child, and moved stelthily to a dack ally. She let a fireball form in her hand and waited for a reaction from the village.


((Translation: Stop following so close Larka! Move out create a cirle around the city, I want no survivors! Move now!))

((OOC:this is my celebratory post of being back from my grounding! :) ))

Serenity saw the boy fall but thought nothing of it and passed by without thought or stopping.