06-21-2005, 09:39 PM
A boy about the age of 17 stood inside the concert hall where band known as Portrait of Emotions was rehearshing. How he had gotten in, no one knew, for there was security all over the place. His headphones were placed over his ears, and their music was blasting from them. His dark purple hair fell in spikes over his face, and he wore black ripped jeans, almost torn apart, and a black t-shirt. Around his neck was a spiked dog collar. He had a dragon tattoo on his left arm. He gazed up. His purple eyes met with Nala's and they glowed fiercely. "I know who you are sweet," he told her silently.