You Better Be Good To Me

Shoulder blades would press against her flesh as she stalked between the trees, bodice winding like a vice and careening through the forest. Mismatched gaze would drift between the empty forests committing the terrain to memory and leaving the stench of Tortuga in her wake. The multi-hued dame had been stolen. A wicked grin pulled at the corners of her maw at such a prospect. Just the thought of such a wicked act making her shiver in delight. She hadn't felt this excited since...no. best not think of that.

The assassin glided easily to the source of the howl. She wondered if Valhalla's precious members would attack her on first site, or if Collision had spoken of her arrival prior, she sure as hell didn't smell like a Valhallan, at least not yet. She glided with ease and pulled her lethal body to a halt, there would be no blending amongst this crowd, she was a sitting duck here. She remained standing, n case things turned ugly fast. She had her speed and she had her endurance forever on her side.