Street Wars.

Paige was not comfortable with this. Too much danger, it could go wrong so easily. She stepped onto the street, ready to fight for something that she didn't know anything about. After all, she was just an accessory to someone else's future. Even if she was to win this battle, she would reap no reward. She closed her eyes, and summond her power from the skies. From that moment on, hell broke loose on the streets.

A dark figure rose from behind one of the walls of a building. It had long hair, and each movement swayed with an elegance never before seen. It walked carefully, and hurriedly, the hair swishing behind the figure's body. The silhouette had a scarf, that gently flew behind it.
Etna looked around in the city.
It had only been recently that she had fallen from Heaven. She was worried, scared, and, most of all, not sure what to do. It glanced warily sideways. It continued it's path hastily, not looking at Paige.

A black wolf trotted through the streets, her strangely intelligent eyes watching everything carefully. A girl, a teenager followed the wolf, the hood on her dark army green top pulled over her pointed ears and white-streaked black hair. The girl and wolf stopped, sensing something. The girl's hand strayed to rest on the wolf's head as her angular violet eyes searched the dark streets before her.

Paige couldn't see anyone. Her world had went black, the only thing visible were the grey clouds in the sky. The only thing she could feel was the wind whipping through her bones and chilling her blood. Paige wasn't afraid. Just confused. It wasn't her place to be scared. She had to be strong. Suddenly she recieved her power. Her eyes went a deadly shade of red and her skin seemed to get thinker in seconds. The world was back to normal now. It was time.

Shadow laid a hand on Wraith's head, her violet eyes still searching. Wraith looked up at the demoness her intelligent gaze questionning. Shadow gently rubbed the wolf's ears, shaking her head. She had sensed something nearby, and she didn't like the feel of the vibe she was getting from it.

The lerethnir glanced around the area she was in, noticing a dark aura coming from the person she had just passed recently. She stopped, but did not show any other sign of movement, nor of life. She had stopped breathing, and her eyes were staring into nothingness. Even though Etna seemed to be wandering in her thoughts, she was deep in concentration, scanning the person she had just passed. She had recognized the signature, or at least very slightly did so. It was near the signature of a dark being. The energy was almost the same as the one of the man who told her to get some ingredients out of God's forbidden room, and what made her crash upon Earth, under the form of a shooting star. She closed her eyes, but did nothing more. Her scarf slowly laid itself down onto her back.