Lark sped along the road, riding her mare, with two dogs running along. When she thought she wasn't being followed, she slipped out of the saddle and sat against a tree. "She...She's gone, Kirill." She said to the gyrfalcon that sat on her shoulder.

But Maria most certainly wasn't gone, and it didn't take long for her to catch up. "Vy ubili ego!" The woman shouted. Lark immediately jumped to her feet. She was worn out, and all she could do now was face her enemy. "On ubil Mama!" She shot back. Maria pulled a gun and shot at Lark, who took a bullet to the arm.

Anya and Aiara, the two dogs, snarled and rushed at Maria, snapping at her legs. Maria held the gun to the dogs. "Vyzvat ikh udalitsia!" She shouted. Lark leaned against the tree to avoid falling over. "Anya...Aiara. Come." She ordered. The dogs immediately retreated and circled around Lark defensively.

Now now, what was all this going on beneath her little tree? A black clad leg dangled idly from the branch as she watched everything that went on beneath her. Waist length white hair was pulled back today, and her red eyes were uncovered as the day was cloudy and dismal. As the gun went off, pale eyebrows rose and the young woman threw her other leg over the branch and let herself fall to the earth, her black trench coat flapping a bit before she landed with a soft thud. She stood, those red eyes on Maria. Well well. What do we have here? She looked young, twelve at the youngest, but indeed was twenty one. She had killed fifteen people in her young life time, escaped from two prisons and one mental institution. The albino stood next to Lark, not minding the dogs that circled around the other woman. I suggest you put your gun away, before you get hurt. Her voice was whisper soft, but something clung to her. Evil. Not just evil. Tortured evil. As if everything she touched were to wither and die right then and there.

Maria looked at the albino girl and lowered her gun. "Kto vy?" She asked nervously. Ghost just seemed dangerous. Maria's jeans were stained with spots of blood from the dogs snapping at her legs. She wore the usual - blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

Lark watched Ghost curiously. The stranger had saved her life. After Maria spoke, Lark spoke up as well. "She says 'who are you.'" The black-haired girl informed, her gray eyes fixed on the other. She herself wore a black trench coat, as well as dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt. The typical outfit for the Volcovs.

They Call Me Ghost. The Silent Killer. With casual ease she removed a gun from inside her trench coat. One bullet between the eyes, and no one will be bothered by you ever again. Do you understand that? Her hand didn't move, and her eyes were alight with fire, as if the devil himself possessed her at that moment. She'd shoot. God, she wanted to shoot. People like Maria, they were useless. One Bullet.... Just one bullet.

Lark nodded. "Alright. Do it." She sighed. Maria's eyes widened. "Net!" She shouted, turning around and taking off. She was gone. Lark smiled as her enemy raced away. "Finally..." She said, relieved, before looking at the other girl again. "Thanks for saving me, Ghost. I'm Lark. Lark Volcov."

Her pretty ivory face turned to a pretty little pout as her fun was spoiled. With a sigh, she replied It is a pleasure to meet you, Lark. Her eyes drifted down to the two dogs, and a look of longing came to her eyes. She wanted a pet, a friend. She had no friends. It made her want to weep with sadness, but none of that showed on her face. She would get through this. Her depressions only lasted a few days. Maybe a week.

Lark smiled and looked down at the dogs. "The gray one is Anya, and the other is Aiara." She said informatively. Anya wagged her tail as she watched the two women. "This bird here is Kirill." She held out her arm to reveal a white gyrfalcon chained to her wrist. She stroked the soft feather's on the bird's head. "He doesn't bite."

She looked uncertain, the first real emotion to pass over her face the entire time, before she lifted her hand to stroke the falcon gently. Lark..... Would you like to come with me? Maybe go to the pet store? Again the uncertainty. She hadn't been around a human that she liked in a long time, and she was so afraid that she would kill Lark on accident..... But maybe the girl could help her. Just maybe

Lark continued to smile. "Sure. I'd love to.