<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Clarissa_Rue_Langford_Human_Thumb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Clarissa Rue Langford (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg7186321#msg7186321)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Gehenna<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Others<br/><hr/>Rue pursed her lips as the wolf talked. He seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice as he continued the conversation. Rue could always tell when someone thought highly of themselves: they never stopped taking, especially about themselves. And he just loved to talk, though not as much about himself as normal stuck up people did. But he sure liked to talk. Fore very word she said, he said three. She was literally starting to want to bite his head off.<br/><br/>When he asked about her, Rue didn't answer for a long time. She contemplated on ignoring him completely for a moment. but when he took a breath as if to say something, Rue finally spoke. It was soft, as if only meant for his ears alone. Most here had good hearing she assumed, so her voice was merely a whisper. From her experiences, weres had good senses in human form, even if they didn't have the strength and speed allotted to them in their more feral forms.<br/><br/>"<strong>He knew my real name...</strong>" was all she said. She didn't bother to elaborate further.  She didn't feel the need. She did feel that if she started talking about herself, he'd ask for her life story. When she glanced at him, it looked like he was going to ask for an explanation. Rue quickly asked. "<strong>What about you?</strong>She hoped the question would change the topic. She'd rather have him talk than to have to talk. If anything, she could always tune him out.<br/><br/>He was saved from fully responding however, when Marc started speaking. He explained the "job" he wanted done. It seemed like a simple heist. The hardest part was probably getting the information in the first place. The easiest approach would have been to have Rue transform and just burst in there and fly away. However, he didn't ask. Even if he had, she would have refused. Dragons in their true form were rare. Black ones even more so. As far as she knew, Rue was the only one in Middle city. If there was another, they did a better job at hiding than she did. If she changed, it would be like putting a large neon sign above her head declaring who she was. She'd rather not do that.<br/><br/>What made her interested was the gold. Angelic gold was rare, rare to find, and even rare to get your hands on. The hoarder in her wanted it. It wanted it bad. It needed to be in her stash, glowing angelicly among the jewels that glittered and silks that sang. She could already feel the joy of having it in her coffers. '<em>Just this one...</em>' she thought. Just one job. Just to have this Angelic gold. After that, she would demand to know how he knew her name when she kept it even more hidden than her treasures.