Ravensblood Forest paint hell red

every person in this land was in search of someone. Huntington did not so much as blink as he dismissed the similarities - though, yes, apart from the skull-clad masks both wore, they could not be more different. at least that is what she assumed. the man had an outward ego that was quite clear to see. importance radiated off of him, whether he wanted it to or not. for her, this was easy to dismiss. many fools claimed importance. that they were special in some way. it was quite laughable at times. if he had shared his bloodline, she would have chuckled. it meant nothing to her. she was an outcast. blood was blood. it spilled easily.

and just as well as anyone's for that matter. important family or not. "no" she replied, going back to her earlier thought of assumption. most of these men and women held grey coats. the odd brown or copper, yet not ginger. at least what she saw. "I have seen no one matching those details." at least she was truthful on that. given the weight of his tone, it was not in her interest to lie and say she had. Huntington turned her head away, clearly aware he would resume his search and leave her be. she had given him no leads, after all. 

a curiosity passed within her, though she did not look back at him. " and what is the name of this person - should I see them?" the crime was assault. perhaps a pressing manner if the other had violence toward anyone in the vicinity. namely her.