Connor’s Comments (group member since Jul 21, 2012)

Connor’s comments from the Where will you go? group.

Morgan looked out and she was gone, but she saw the deer coming towards the tree she was behind. She snapped and pointed and Haria flew towards it, ready to attack. Morgan came from behind the tree and pulled her mask down. She pulled her bow out quickly and nocked an arrow. She listened intently for the smallest movement. The deer was unusual and obviously a creature of the girl. She waited for the girl to scream in terror or rise from the ground. Morgan was ready to attack if he had to. She watched Haria circle around the deer, ready for the command.
"Come out and surrender, and you and your deer can live. Just come out slowly." She yelled out to the field of flowers.

Oi!! I'm baaaaaaack!!! Muahha! And I'm on!

Morgan walked through the flowery place. She didn't really know where she was going. Haria flew beside her, keeping watch for anything deadly, or to just kill. She was so bored, and this place was too...girly for her. Too pretty. How she ended up here she'll never know. Morgan quickly saw the girl and hid behind a tree's shadow. Haria quickly followed, scampering up the shadowed tree's side and hiding above her.
*Oh crap. What do I do. She may be dangerous...* She thought herself.
*Lets just kill her, it'll be easy. She looks distracted.* Haria voice chimed in.
*No! She may be no threat at all. Let me check.* Morgan said, picking up a small rock and throwing it at her making a animal sort of noise when she did so. How she reacted would determine her fate. Morgan listened patiently.

Name: Haria

Name of owner: Morgan Relaford

Appearance: http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/...
(But smaller. Almost regualar dog size.)

Stone: Black as midnight with a bright red glow. Like a fire inside the stone.

Family: N/A

Other: He can turn invisible on command and he's got razor sharp wings, good for beheading people quickly.

Name: Morgan Relaford

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Height: 5'7

Appearance: Long curly black hair that flows down her entire back. She's dressed in black and blood red leathers as for protection and minimizing detection. She wears a black face mask with a red lines that come down from the where the eyes would be, like tears of blood. She's a very beautiful girl, and she uses that also to her advantage.

Rock: Black with a bright light glow to it, like a fire inside the rock. Its also incredibly hot to the touch.

Personality: She's not your average girl. She's spit fire with no mercy. She was brought up that way. She is always on alert, but can be loose. Morgan has an bad-ass sort of attitude with a load of sarcasm and venom on the side. She's not afraid to say what has to be said, or do what needs to be done. Some say that makes her heroic, she just likes the danger of it all. She lives for the rush.

Brief background/history: Morgan's parents were murdered in front of her when she was small. By assassins. These assassins took her in and trained her. Never did they realize they raised the end of them. She slaughtered them all in their sleep at eighteen. She's been running ever since.

Family (if any?): All massacred, as far as she knows.

Other: N/A

Bam wrote: "LMAO, that would've been funny xD"

BETH. HI!!!!

Good job Bam!! :D

Abigail wrote: "Do you guys know who this is: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/72... He's from Brazil, and he sent me a FR. Says he's in the Harry Potter group, and I'm not sure if I should accep..."

Piece of advice, "Don't accept strange friend requests from strange Brazilian guys."

Bam wrote: "I am indeed.. sorry I was watching Resident Evil :3"

:O THAT MOVIE IS COOL!
(And it just gets creepier and creepier.)

Abigail wrote: "Chloe-mai wrote: "I don't know, I'm quite superstitious, I mean you hear all about these shootings in America, and I know it's not like that everywhere, but if I was to go there it would still play..."

Bam, don't bring her a Scottish boy! :P

Because your's sucks. Mines better.

Its different depending on where you live. Me and Abigail live in central America, so it's around 5:30 here. Just think of the time in America as one big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff. Explains it all.

Bring. It. On.

I will never stop saying it. And it is kind of weird. I just check my world clock. Your way is creepy. No offence. :P

Hello! "Audience applauds." Thank you, thank you.
I toats be on. (The 'Toats' is for you, Abbs. Just so you can be bovvered.)

I know I'm not part of the conversation, but I wanna say goodnight anyway. Night!! :)

Oh yes, I'm on.

I. Am. Toats. On.