I have been sucked into the Hobbit! It's AWESOME! So I'm writig this cause it's my favorite fandom at the moment... I don't own the Hobbit, but I own my Oc's so don't steal them!
WARNINGS! There is alot of violence in this story, there will be M rated oneshots to go along with this story if you want to read them.
The howl echoed through the walls and walls of trees as I raced away, from the burning village. My steel toed boots splashed through the muddy grass as Isia transformed back and smiled at me and I returned it. The screams sparted to dim as we raced away to the town were the man and money was. I looked at Isia my little sister, she ran silently and her white as snow knee length hair that blow in the wind, but when she stood still it went in a V-shape ending in a point. She stood a five feet and four inches, her dark sea green eyes that will bore into you, her slight curves and small breasts, with our mothers pointed elf ears.
She wore a blue silk wrap that goes around her chest, slightly baggy black pants, wrappings around her starting around mid calf length, twin sythe blades that are the size of knives, a half dark blue cloak that covers her left arm and ends at mid thigh, a wolf pendent, I made her for her seventeenth birthday that snaps the cloak together by a silver chain.
She started to slow as we neared the village, after 23 and a half miles.
"Kraw you" Isia panted and I smiled at her "I hate running" She finished and feel on her butt leaning back on her palms.
"Isia we need to get the money" I whispered as I leaned down, she opened her eyes and smiled at me whispering "ok".
I sipped at the cool water as I watched, my brother Kraw weasle his way around the man to slip in more money for what we did to those familys.I closed my eyes and drew in a shaky breath, and then opeed them drawing in his fetures.
My hotheaded brother, standing at five feet seven inches with his midnight hair, choppy and in his eyes while the rest reached his toned shoulders, his eyes were a pretty light green that had hints of blue in them. His tattoo of the black wolf crawled around his wrist, his chin and upper lip cover in stubble. His tanned body was muscler, but he was slim. His loose white shirt with dark silver armor that cover his chest, the dark brown loose pants that are tucked into leather steel toed boots, I had stiched togther to many times, and then there was Twist, the silver elven sword he had gotten after saving a small elven child.
Kraw looked at me and smirked and I smiled at him taking another sip of the cool water.
A.N so thats Kraw and Isia Boa,meet they join the company, sorry for the shortness! I am now writing oneshots for the Hobbit KM any pairing.