Kapri burst through the massive doors of Lord Dazriel's castle, the sound of cracking wood and iron slamming against the walls startled the servants that were standing around. Fury was evident with each step she took across the gleam floor as it vibrated underneath her rage. She didn't hesistate nor was she concerned about Dazriel overpowering her. No all she wanted to do is pull the trigger at anything that held the scent of Lord Dazriel's Donn. A sleek, double-rifled gleamed in the dim light upon her shoulder as she stepped forward.
"DAZRIEL!" she yelled with her voice echoing through the grand hall like a thunderclap.
From above, she heard a whistle, it was long and mocking. When she looked up she saw Dazriel leaning against the railing with his blond hair swaying from his forehead and his green eyes gleaming with crude amusement.
