Business had drawn slow. Something ate at the people and kept them inside, not even the warmth of feminine wiles could tempt the wayward to the bar in recent days. Even before then she had grown restless. Prey was slim, the thrill of mortality lacking when one did not feel the possibility of losing it from anything other than sheer boredom. She had turned to the bounty boards in Shanton, scoffing at the low pay and sheer absurdity of the sole job within her home hunting grounds. Eating a cupcake. Ridiculous. Many that were newly posted requested the target be delivered alive, a request that would be a bit more difficult for her. She thrived on striking fast, accurately, and deadly. If her target was given plenty of time to fight back, she wasn't well versed in long, drawn out fights. Her skills were entirely self taught, and as such revolved around a style she had learned worked well for her. In short, she would rather build her talents before trying to expand her specialties. It was a collection of debt that piqued her interest. A target wanted alive or dead. She would rip the notice from its pin, looking closer at it. The Vufrien wilds. A long trek, but there was little here to keep her attention for a time. No one darkened the safe house and even fewer of the undead had she sighted in Shanton in recent days. Gundabarar Mear it was. Standing in the mountain cold now, however, she cursed the wretch. Despite all of her furs, the winter chill had settled deep into her bones. Between the unrelenting wind and the snow that devoured up to her ankles, the hunt had turned to misery. A chance that she was going to give the debtor to live should he cooperate had long left her realms of mercy. She would also demand more from the pay out as well considering such inconvenience. The last village she had passed had confirmed that the man she sought had indeed passed through, and she was arriving near where a trapper had claimed his camp was set up. The silver of her sais felt comfortable, almost warm in her hands, unhidden for the first time in so very long from the shield of her fans. She let the roll within her grasp, her shoulders rolling as she made her way into the deep shadows to conceal herself. Stalking. Felinal. Golden eyes searching the throes of the light from the camp fire for the face she had only seen in the wanted ad. |
Jahi - imagine the eyes are gold pls until i get home to change them uwu
Quick edit: she's looking for Gundabarar Mear :3