Leave your heart on the table [Joining]

OOC here!

Arya had not paid much attention to her surroundings when she ate, though she figured it wasn?t the smartest idea she had, but she wanted to just eat without worry for once in her life. She glanced up when she heard a throat clearing, the male before her must have been one of the pack since he was standing in the scent lines, and he wreaked the scent that marked the borders. She looked around to make sure he was one of the only ones, something she had learned to do the hard way. "Hello sir, I-I never crossed the borders. I?m Arya." She stated, wanting to make sure he knew that she had never dared to pass the lines that she had just figured out were there.


She stood up, for she had finished her rabbit already, she gave her muzzle a quick lick before bowing her head. He was not a target so there was no need to be aggressive. She found that assassins had a key and needed to be kind; for no one would suspect that they did kill for a living, and being nice to others made them think she was never capable of what she did. She even added a bit of a shaking effect to her movements, though she intended on keeping her thoughts of the subject a secret to all. I enjoy killing men, men think they?re so smart. Poison was a woman?s weapon.


She breathed in the scents, watching around to see if anyone else was around, paranoia seeping in. "I-I?m sorry I-I?m so close. I-I?m just looking f-for a place to stop traveling at." She said, almost falsely, though that time she actually meant it. Perhaps this place could fit my profile? Or perhaps their soft, maybe they are false. Perhaps they are the strongest in the land? The possibilities were endless. Her tail lowered to flat against her stomach, in submission, her ears back, flattened against her head. It was complete submission and she felt like an idiot.


He closer her eyes briefly, regaining herself almost. She had a devious smile to her on the inside. She almost wanted to be sincere to the male, but he might have been like her father, tricking her into killing a family member, making all her siblings estranged. Truth was, killing was that she was good at, and she liked doing things that she was good at, it made her feel almost alive.