Alex stood soaked in the poring rain in the slums stretching his mellow sky blue wings that sat on his back after a successful hunt. He had cut the head of his victom off and hid the evidence of the murder in the thick sludge that sat in pools around the area. Lucky it was raining washing the blood away from his white trench coat and clearing the ground of any pieces of evidence that was left behind, although he was not fond of rain. He was an assassin, this was his main job, his way of life, though he did work as a jack of all trades because of some complications. He was cursed to fallow orders since he was a young boy, never really talked about what happened but it kind of made the job easier as he had to fallow them through untill he accomplished the mission of or he died. There were rules attached to the little curse as well like how he could not follow one order then be told another by a diffrent person to do the opposite of the first order given. It really was a complex matter, he him self had not learned all the rules but over time he learned what he could be ordered to do and what he could not be ordered to do.
He flexed his wings a few more times, flexing other muscel that had tightened them selves. The rain just made the place feel more dreary then normal and the ground often lacked the ability to absorb the excess water and so it just seemed to build up on the surface making a kind of mini flood. In his human form the water seemed to be up too hin knees but half of it was just his feet sinking in the soft mud or sludge that made up the ground.
It was night time as well the made thw water seem oh so much chillier than what it truely was, making Alex so much more uncomfortable. He grit his teeth as his wet hair flattened to his head and he pulled his boots out of the muck making a kind of suction cup sound. His heavy sword did not help making it harder to walk in the soupy mixture. He pulled his feet out of his military boots, placing his bare feet into the soft mud and began to walk slowly towards a more populated place that might be on higher ground and warmer.
Standing just outside of a building, the young female glanced around, her silver eyes vacant as she looked around. Some would wonder why the femme was even bothering to look around when she was clearly blind--indeed, she was blind--but they knew it was better not to after seeing the blades at her side. Her deep-red hair was tied back in a bun, but that did not change the fact that the rain was still getting her hair rather wet.
