Eddie had been spending most of her time away from the Sanctuary, practicing with her blades, perfecting the leg moves that put wrongdoers at her mercy. She was now able to take on a villian a foot taller than her 5'4" frame, and have him choking and gasping on the ground, a strong foot blocking off his airway as he writhed and pleaded for mercy.
This night, Eddie was skulking in the shadows in West End - patrolling the dark streets, her black hoodie up to conceal her youthful features and her strawberry hair. Her light brown eyes scanned the way ahead of her, freshly tattooed hands flexing in her fingerless gloves, as she spotted a familiar form - could it be the cook Trixie spoke so highly of? - who also seemed to be on the hunt. Slowly, a wicked grin lighting her face, she slipped in the shadows toward the tall handsome man - eager to prove she was worthy of the Sisters.
This night, Eddie was skulking in the shadows in West End - patrolling the dark streets, her black hoodie up to conceal her youthful features and her strawberry hair. Her light brown eyes scanned the way ahead of her, freshly tattooed hands flexing in her fingerless gloves, as she spotted a familiar form - could it be the cook Trixie spoke so highly of? - who also seemed to be on the hunt. Slowly, a wicked grin lighting her face, she slipped in the shadows toward the tall handsome man - eager to prove she was worthy of the Sisters.