Iskra Braginsky

She had ran, as far as she could, the storm sending water that soaked through her coat and froze her skin- why was it so cold?! 'Because he's following you.' A voice told her, and it was right- Iskra could feel Ivan's heavy aura close, it made her tremble. Seceding....why had she even wrote the word, now Ivan really was going to end up killing her. Pitch was hidden in her coat and hissed, while Tucker was facing behind her, glowing.
          
          Iskra bolted, trudging through the puddles and headed for Germany, then stopped again. Bringing ivan to them would be bad- no, tragic is what it would be. Where else, where else!!
          
          'Too late' a voice told her, 'He's here.'
          
          "P-Please don't kill me..." She whispered as a shadow loomed.
          

She sat in the window , a cup of warm tea in her hands as the black cat purred in her lap, rubbing it's face on her stomach to try and get her attention. She cringed, the newly forming bruises already aching from touch- her neck ached as well, and she was certain something was broke. 
          But there was no reason to get it checked, so she just let the cat purr away and drank her tea.

@Sugar_In_The_Sea  "Fuck you." She growled, but didn't fight.

@Sugar_In_The_Sea  She squirmed and shifted and tried to escape, but soon enough, she stopped, looking to the side, "...Fine. I surrender."

@Sugar_In_The_Sea  She stared, standing in shock for a moment, before, "N-Nyet!"
          Daringly, the dark-haired woman ran at him with her knife.

@Sugar_In_The_Sea  There was a black, scarred up cat in the window, and it hissed and leapt away upon seeing the blue glimmer. The dog barked a few times, then saw the pink, and whimpered, getting down beneath the bed, "...Pitch, Tucker..? What's wrong...?"
          The woman saw the silhouette approaching the house and fear caught her throat- Ivan was back again. She looked around, grabbed her knife and stepped a little ways from the door, out of the window's veiw.

@TheSecretCrusade Iskra mumbled quietly to herself, keeping her head down slightly with her hands at her sides. She stuck close to him; having only met the Russian personifications and him, these were unknown faces. Unknown faces made her nervous.

@TheSecretCrusade Her fingers curled slightly- Iskra was not a fan of contact with people, "Sorry...I don't do physical contact with people, I hope you'll understand. Lead the way..."

@TheSecretCrusade On the inside, Iskra was throwing a fit, cursing Moscow for fucking with her- again. On the outside though, she just blinked, "Oh."

@TheSecretCrusade "A Pleasure to meet you, Adel." She was indifferent to the compliment, and fidgeted, "The door was locked from the outside. You unlocked it when you came in."