Camille ran off from what she did her heart started beatring wildly.As the cops s cars started to come near from what she did made her run faster.That guy tryed to hurt her so she had fought back,who called 911 "dang i only seen the back and knew that person called 911." she sead to herself she turned of and dissapierd and walked into a crowed and dissaperd makeing sure the cops didn't see her face.
Having travelled for roughly two days straight, both Apollo and his unicorn, Nebaris were in desperate need of some rest. So they decided to stop at an inn. Approaching the bar, Apollo was about to order some food and drink for himself and his unicorn, when he heard a shy looking Skunk mumble something about a bounty.
So she hunts bounties, huh? thought Apollo. Indeed, kinda ironic that I hunt bounty hunters.[/b]
However, while Apollo harboured a deep hate towards bounty hunters, he wasn't impulsive or foolish; he knew he couldn't just outright attack her in a bar, especially in his condition. Firstly he would have to befriend her, find out whether she really was bad like all the rest [bounty hunters], and if so, betray her and assassinate her in her sleep.
For secrecy and deception were the best weapons a true warrior had at his disposal, they were weapons that had ensured he had stayed alive for so long, after so many conquests. They were weapons he would use to destroy her, if his suspicions were correct.
Natasha finished her drink and stood up, giving thr clerk the money before turning to leave, stopping once she felt eyes on her. She turned to look at apollo and returned his stare, "I kn I'm beautiful, but keep the eyes off of me." She warned and turned again and left the building to look at the wanted posters. She looked over them, almost all of them were caught. only one wasn't. a hunter of bounty hunters with a faceless poster. "...That's a great help.." She said and continued reading about him.
Alex walked in the bar his windmill Shuriken dripping blood from his last job and looked around calmly and spotted the anthro skunk and the other person he did care about one looked like a Bounty Hunter the other looked well like a bastard he shrugged so long as that hunter left him alon he would be fine he may be the best assassin but he was known to Bounty collecters as the best thief....
he stopped and turned then glanced at the poster quickly but shrugged and played along and went over and kept a bottle of a potent antidote hidden in his pocket and looked at her "thats rather kind of you... though most people who see a bloody weapon runs away from the weilder....." he said calmly looking around and spotted any possible escape route just incase
"My Name is Natasha." She said before bringing her hood back up over her head, "I promise you I am not a bounty hunter.. Think of me more as a monk." She said, placing a dagger slowly in her hand, but making sure it is unnoticed as she brough her hands on the table, "So, Alex, What's your favorite thing to do.. Besides stealing."