Post by ALIYA SHAFIR on Nov 25, 2014 3:54:34 GMT
Out of all the places she's visited, Tuscany was beautiful. It was quite known that Aliya was a lover of beauty and art, and what better place to appreciate it than this small spot in Italy?
The young woman was given a target and it was her job to transport herself from Israel to Italy. Aliya hated traveling by boat and was not looking forward to the trip, but she soon learned that it was well worth it. She wondered what monster could possibly live in a beautiful place such as this? Luscious green grass covered the hills that seemed to roll on and on. The inner little girl in her wanted to roll down them, laughing and having a good time.
Aliya knew she couldn't do that. That action only belonged to the young and innocent Aliya...back when her hands weren't stained with blood and a heart that yearned for vengeance. She frowned as she looked down from her lofty height up above. The city of Tuscany reminded her a little of Jerusalem with its brick structure and small marketplace.
Her hunched over position watched the citizens below. She often wondered what it was like to be blissfully unaware of the war that raged on for their freedom. Would they even care if they knew? Would they rise up and join their cause, or agree with the Templars and their one-world government ruling?
She closed her eyes as if to throw out those thoughts and concentrate on the conversation at hand. Two men were talking about a some sort of place that stole children and forced them to work against their will. A frown crossed her well-hidden face in disgust. Monsters. All of them. She fought the urge and slam her dagger into their skulls, but she knew she needed them for further information. So the girl kept silent above the two, listening carefully to each word in hopes of taking down the man who was her target.
tag: Arista Adlersflügel | notes: meh. it kind of sucks
The young woman was given a target and it was her job to transport herself from Israel to Italy. Aliya hated traveling by boat and was not looking forward to the trip, but she soon learned that it was well worth it. She wondered what monster could possibly live in a beautiful place such as this? Luscious green grass covered the hills that seemed to roll on and on. The inner little girl in her wanted to roll down them, laughing and having a good time.
Aliya knew she couldn't do that. That action only belonged to the young and innocent Aliya...back when her hands weren't stained with blood and a heart that yearned for vengeance. She frowned as she looked down from her lofty height up above. The city of Tuscany reminded her a little of Jerusalem with its brick structure and small marketplace.
Her hunched over position watched the citizens below. She often wondered what it was like to be blissfully unaware of the war that raged on for their freedom. Would they even care if they knew? Would they rise up and join their cause, or agree with the Templars and their one-world government ruling?
She closed her eyes as if to throw out those thoughts and concentrate on the conversation at hand. Two men were talking about a some sort of place that stole children and forced them to work against their will. A frown crossed her well-hidden face in disgust. Monsters. All of them. She fought the urge and slam her dagger into their skulls, but she knew she needed them for further information. So the girl kept silent above the two, listening carefully to each word in hopes of taking down the man who was her target.
tag: Arista Adlersflügel | notes: meh. it kind of sucks
LAIKA OF GAGNAM STYLE