<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Angel_sanctuary_1_by_heise.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><em>~Faith/Outsider Second/Gantz/Night 1//Tagged: Soren~</em></div><br/>Faith had been quite content shredding to the smallest bits possible several large bushes she had been hiding within, humming low and rocking back and forth as she sat cross-legged waiting patiently for Soren to finish whatever business he was conducting within the house. But in an instant she froze, her head snapping up, nostrils flaring as her mouth pulled into a fanged snarl. Shining eyes locked upon the road and the truck that was slowly moving passed the house and police car. Royals. Fah! Bastards! Her lovely face screwed into a feral rage, hissing and spitting off to the side as her gaze followed the trucks path.<br/><br/>She could wait no longer. She moved with a speed matched by only a rare few, appearing at the basement window Soren had entered. She too made her way within, dropping silent as a cat to the floor, instantly taking in the view of Soren settled casually in a char, obviously waiting for the humans that were upstairs to make their way down. Pulling herself straight slowly, almondesque eyes would lock upon him as hands lifted to smooth over the leather confining her waist as if there surely were wrinkles in the material. Still bloody lips would curl at the corner as she allowed her vision to stray about the room.<br/><br/>” No matter where you sit Master, you look the King. However, the pathetic Royal who claims that title is even now on his way here, with the scrawny sibling. Shall we stay darling...and rid ourselves of this blight, or shall we go and fight another day?”<br/><br/>A sight she would be, dried and still sticky sanguine covering her white flesh, darkening already black leather, streaking through her white mane. Slow languid steps she would take to Soren, moving around the back of the chair as fingers tipped in long wicked nails trailed up his arm to his shoulder and neck, glass crunching under her boots as well. Yes, she dared to touch him. One would think the way she spoke to this Leader of the Outsiders that they were perhaps lovers, but in truth none truly knew the dynamic between  the pair. The way she acted with him was usually simply passed off as just how Faith was. Off, and willing to push all things to the edge.