All The Same [open]

Perhaps it was time and the descent into her older years that had weaned the dame off of the urge to kill. She no longer hunted for that thrill, that excitement. She still trained, daily, constantly, looking for things to stimulate both her body and her mind, but no more did she yearn to end another's life. Her audits careened backwards as her mismatched gaze hovered over the land of Tortuga. She had been unwaveringly loyal to this land since the moment Kaien had founded it and half the pack knew not even her name.

She did not mind. Solitary by nature she tended to cling to outer shell of the pack, speaking with only necessary and attending pack meetings only when they were called... and that was few and far between. Perhaps she would be more satisfied, more fulfilled if she had ventured out into the pack, but it was not her nature, such things had not been needed for an assassin and thus she was trained not to yearn for them. Silent, unnoticed, deadly. These were the things that encompassed her.

Lithe, powerful muscles carried her frame up the mountainside with ease. She was long but on the smaller side, making navigation of Tortuga's territory easy. She clambered up to the top of the mountain, perching herself upon the stones. One day, perhaps, Tortuga would have use of her particular skill set, an assassin truly had no purpose in a pack as distant and disjointed as Tortuga and yet here she perched. Waiting, watching, observing. She wondered vaguely if that would be enough.