Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150505190959

(Private talkplay between me and Frost.)

In the city, all was calm. Civilians and vehicles moved through the streets without a care in the world, going about their business as usual. The night sky was filled with stars, shining brightly around the moon.

Perched on a rooftop was a female Zoroark, standing at three feet, ten inches. The large mane of purple hair flowed behind her in the wind, a gold bangle present on the end. The ruff around her chest appeared brown-black, and grey fur was present on her neck, arms, and lower torso. Her legs seemed to appear completely black as well, mimicking "pants". The tips of her claws were purple, like her mane. Although she seemingly lacked clothing, there was a necklace with a red gem on it around her neck.

The Pokemon looked out on the city before her. Once more, nobody was noticing her... which suited her well. A devious smile appeared on her lips as she looked for her target. "Now, where are ya..." 