Will Anyone Notice Her?

Owlania Quills wasn't exactly sure how she had become what she was - a Rouge. All she knew was that she avoided the law like the plague and never stayed in one place too long. There wasn't much she could do about it, honestly, aside from pretending she was like everyone else.

Hell, she was lucky to even know her own name, but most of her past was foggy. Lost.

Glancing around as she walked the atreets, Owl hugged herself and kept the hood to her dark jacket up. Hopefully, if she was lucky, she could make it to her little hiding spot without incident. God, she hoped she could!

If not, she'd have to figure out a way out of trouble..