Thread:NightclawstheNightwing/@comment-37335257-20190613175453/@comment-37335257-20190616144757

(But where's the fun with somebody who doesn't have a tragic backstory? This is sadder with the humanized one.)

For Amarillo, it was a normal day. He had done a bit of training, despite already having beat everyone he trained with, had planned out today's murder, and made plans to go to shop after that. He smiled, as he strolled down the street, exaimining it for Scorpio. He planned on doing it quickly, with his favorite weapon, a knife. Quick slash, and he's done. He brushed his hair out of his eyes again, something he did when excited, or his hair was just being annoying. His eyes found his target, and he smiled coldly, making him look suspiciously like a snake who just spotted prey.