[center][color=plum][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: Headquarters 
Interactions: [@FallenTrinity] [/i][/color][/center]

[color=plum]"I'm not putting anything away without an explanation."[/color] The Ukrainian woman stated firmly, she keeping herself at the ready. Every muscle was tended, ready to leap and shred the man in an instant of he showed any ill intent. Violet was already an untrusting person, how was she supposed to feel about being cornered in a dark alley by someone she barely knew, evil quite literally bursting from every pore.

The thought made her sick, it bringing up memories she didn't want to resurface. Other strange men had cornered her in alleyways when she was younger, but they didn't leave with their lives, and she didn't leave unharmed. This was too much alike, though this possible offender had strength and superhuman power behind him. It wouldn't be an easy fight like back in the Ukraine. She couldn't be the [i]ona d'yavol[/i], the she-devil, here.

And so Niflheim had right to be on edge. [color=plum]"You offer me power, but at what cost? If you think I'm naive enough to leave myself defenseless in the face of someone I barely met, you are dreadfully wrong. Now, what is this process? Tell me and I'll lay down my weapon, for I'll know what is to happen and I won't feel the need to attack."[/color]