Sacrament brushed her hair back over her shoulders revealing a birthmark,in a shape of Ankh; as she leaned down to place a bowl of milk on the floor for the cat.  She ran her slender hand down the cats back and up its tail before standing. The thick black lashes that rimmed her warm brown eyes rested upon her cheek bone.<br/><br/>Stopping hearing a sound, that was unfamiliar, yet the hum was that she sang. She frozen her eyes darting around the small enclosure of her home, she didn't seen anyone, when she went out, nor did she hear anyone. A small crease formed between her brows, her chest heaving, and she shook her head."nah must be hearing things." she spoke quietly, or at least she thought she was alone