[center][h3][i][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3205175]~Maria~[/url][/i][/h3][/center]
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[center][i][color=9e0b0f]"An ill omen, that's what you look like to me."[/color][/i][/center]
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Maria spoke to the male part of the last couple of hunters to leave the catacombs, as she waited them by the temple's door. That sentence was true for two reasons, first that tome smelled of blood in a way that Maria was all too familiar with, thus nothing good would come of it. And second (and more importantly), is that he seemed to have reached a certain level of mutual trust with the blonde that has the target of Maria's gaze for the greater part of the past few minutes, worrying Maria that he could defile her with his mere presence.

Nevertheless, Maria was sure that she wouldn't lose to such wretched beings as long as she wished for something she would get it. She hasn't sold her soul for any other reason, in the end. As soon as she wanted to, Maria was sure that she could the klutzy blonde writhing under her bed's canopy.

Anyway, pushing away the feelings of lust that bubbled inside of her (specially after smelling the sweet fragrance of her blood), Maria regarded Lilian with a more analytical eye. In the end, the young blonde didn't looked that improperly fit for being a hunter, though she had the desperate need of experience. She seemed quite eager to acquire it, though as it was evident by her jumping straight in the action without even sparing a glance to Maria's side.

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[color=9e0b0f]"Consider this your first hunt,"[/color] Maria said as she finally joined the  fray, or better as she arrived at the place of the fight and observed the whole engagement without interfering. [color=9e0b0f]"These creatures are known as [b]God's Hand[/b] and they came here to take her away to be 'cleansed' of her sins. Feel free to murder them at your own leisure, I'll guarantee her safety..."[/color]

Maria drew her whip and cracked it against the muddy road, threatening the God Hand [color=9e0b0f]"Also, you have a pretty good taste, boy. It's really a waste you've been born as you are. You are commendable as well my pretty [i]tournesol[/i]. Though I gotta say, you're not wielding a club, hold your blade parallel to the ground and when they come, slash diagonally upwards. That should be more than enough to take down those lowly mutts."[/color] Maria finally blurted out her opinion of Donny and how much of a waste is having being born a man while not losing the chance to compliment Lilian, for actually having the courage do something.

[color=9e0b0f]"Be my guest!"[/color] Maria drew a wine colored rose from... somewhere and threw it to Dony. Indeed, this group looked like it would be fun, while it lasted.
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