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    That night, Whitefire lay awake in her bed, buried in her blankets and pillows, memories haunting her. Fire, explosions, faceless people, unidentifiable bodies and voices all intermingling with the sound of gunshots, and one...familiar...face.

    Ralone.

    Whitefire sat up, close to tears. Both her heart and mind were a mess. Flashes of the earlier destruction she’d caused sped through her thoughts as she sat there, distraught. Her ears flicked slightly, noticing the muffled sound of the TV on in the living-room. Diamn was awake, probably watching some late night show.

    A small timid knock on her door made her jump. “Come in.” She whispered.

    Diamn came in her room, not bothering to turn on any lights. He stood by her doorway, biting his lip nervously. “Are you alright?”

    Her eyes closed, and she let out a small, calming breath. “Yes, Diamn, I’m fine.” Looking up at him, she gave the young cat a strained smile. “You should try and go to bed. It’s late.”

    “You can’t trick me, Whitefire.”

    Her eyes widened. “What?”

    Diamn took a few steps closer. “I know you aren’t feeling well. Don’t lie.”

    Whitefire was silent for a moment, her face suddenly blank and unreadable. “You are absolutely right Diamn.” Her mouth twisted into a snarling smile as she stood up, grabbing a pistol off of her dresser. “I have never been well.” She started walking to her door, cocking the gun as she went.

    Diamn’s eyes widened, then narrowed as he placed himself in her path. “No. I won’t let you leave. You aren’t in your right mind, Whitefire.” He tensed as she stopped and stood silently in front of him. “I won’t let you leave.”

The story of a freelance thief and mercenary who slowly begins to find and weed out a strange and complicated mess of plans and tricks to kill her. 

writing, characters (c) me
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Featherwhiskerbunny1 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
AWESOME!!!!!!!


ohhh my poor Whitefire hope she starts thinkin' becacas Diamn will or might help you!!!
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WhitefireTequiiya Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Student General Artist
XD THANKS

well, we'll just have to see how this whole thing turns out lol
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Featherwhiskerbunny1 Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
>.< Welcomed!!!

yep, i can't wait to see the next one LOL >.<
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WhitefireTequiiya Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2014  Student General Artist
XD
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Featherwhiskerbunny1 Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
LOL
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Stargyver Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Go Diamn! One point for you!

So did Ralone leave to go back to Russia already?


And I bet you already put this in the story, but where does Whitefire live? 
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WhitefireTequiiya Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Student General Artist
XD well just have to see what happens

and yeah he did

yeah its in the story....here's the little clip of how i introduce where she lives:

The noise and lights of the police cars soon faded and she perched herself carefully on a telephone wire stretched between two houses, just above an alleyway. She put her wings away, balancing easily as she practically skipped across the wire and onto the next house's roof and let herself drop down to the ground after swinging from the rain gutter. Humming quietly to herself, she straightened her clothes out a bit and walked happily down the alleyway to the closest grated gutter and pulled the iron bars up, slipping down into a tunnel and closing it again. Her feet splashed through the still water until she came to a cement door and pulled out a key, unlocking it and stepping into a softly lit underground living-room.

Soft carpet, leather furniture, and pillows- so many pillows. To her left was a short hallway to the kitchen, which, of course, had marble counters. The silverware was actual silver, and the wine glasses just happened to be diamond.

Past the kitchen was the dining room. A long oak wood table with about twelve chairs around it sat directly under the golden chandelier.

Whitefire wiped her feet on the first step by the door and walked to her own room, which had many more expensive belongings, including a king sized bed with pillows and blankets you could practically drown in. There were about three other extra rooms exactly like her own.

Why did she need all this? She didn't. But with all the money she had, there was too much of it to just let it sit there. She felt like it was her way of giving back to the community. Giving money to the businesses, keeping many of them open with an anonymous buyer.

She laughed at herself, taking the money she'd stolen out of her pocket and carefully counted the coins, wrapping them and packing them together in tens. The paper money she coordinated by amount. All of this at her desk in her room.

When she'd finished counting- though she didn't actually care how much it really was- it amounted to 551 dollars and 12 cents. "Wow, good poker game." she chuckled to herself and left the room, going to the living-room again. She almost turned to the kitchen, but decided against it. "I'll just end up drinking too much wine..." So, instead, she crashed on the couch, grabbing the TV remote and turning on the news.

Breaking news. It was about her.

Smiling, she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep to the tragic story of an innocent retriever. Another victim of Whitefire Zilaco Tequilla.
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Stargyver Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I actually meant what country......
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WhitefireTequiiya Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Student General Artist
XD oh lol amaerica
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Stargyver Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Mm......I hate to tell you this, but you spelled America wrong......

And ok :)
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