<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1208.photobucket.com/albums/cc370/Sage226/temp1_zps697e434b.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: blue;background:blue;"/></div><br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0000FF">The past can be haunting to one with a terrible one. This hand has done many unspoken things.</span>" Xeo lifted his left hand as he spoke and glared down to it, remembering the memories of his frozen claws stained red. "<span style="color: #0000FF">I've never been a man of peace ever since I was left alone. There was a time where I didn't trust any human, I never cared about their pasts. Sometimes, I'm not sure I ever will... I was thought to be a wraith for a reason. Fighting is what I do best. I try to stick to that.</span>" He sighed before turning his attention back to Draco once more.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0000FF">Are we waiting for your teammate, or are we recruiting other people to join on your mission?</span>" Xeo asked politely, tilting his head to the side a little. His long silver hair flopped down from his shoulders, swaying in the gentle breeze.