Night fell upon her as she brushed away her lovely blonde hair, her blue eyes held lust and craving. She wore not much in this perilous season of cold but her tight black pants and her cut off top allowing her ribs and naval in clear view. Chains latched to her tight black leather the soft leather top making no effort to cover ripe breasts that only filled men's eyes with longing for her. Many she had turned astray for how could they understand her? Who she hunted?
For 3 years she had hunted for that damned Harper who had chased away her brother and now on that breath-taking night she knew she could finish him. She knew he had not known of her being Kern's younger sibling also not of her chase of him. She had killed many trespassers who seemed to know to much. She had simply made love to them and slit their throats. Call her a whore if you must, but it was truly affective for her sex to fill man with longing and strip him of his values.
She longed to see her brother once more and her heart filled with bitter-sweet emotions. Sweet for her kind brother who had tucked her in at night and sang her many times to sleep before the sorrowful night his parents drove him from her. Bitter for the piece of shit Harper whose name made her clench her knife and occasionally the crossbow on her back. She used this often to hunt and fastened the bolts herself from raw iron. She now fell into silent snow she shivered quietly to herself and as she closed and squinted her left eyes pin pointing the harpers head in the crossbow view with the other.
She then saw something that made her blood curdle, her brother filled with jealousy, then she spied the Harper taking the hand of a woman and leading her to the inn. Her grip tightened in confusion. Why did he not finish him? Why did that damned Harper not even try? Why was now her brother arguing with a black haired woman? So many questions they all puzzled her. She thought she'd better spy, to become the inside of it all. She got her pack from her shoulders and searched through it.
She pulled out many knives and bolts, many throwing blades and kunai she had acquired from a wandering ninja who fell head over heels for her and that she had to kill. She pulled out a dress, very bland and plain she looked around as she stripped herself of her hunting attire and pulled the dress over her naked body. She looked down her body and knew that no clothes she wore could make her less attractive. She sighed and shoved her crossbow in the pack along with the many other acquired items. She pulled it to her shoulders and breathed in the cold day and walked down some way to the inn. She saw Kern in the barn and smiled at the thought of being so close to her loving brother once more. She shook it off as he glanced her way.
She looked at him and waved very normally no "Hun" or "Sweetie" like she used when speaking to other people. Her head turned from him as her pack fell to her hands. She took on the look of an innocent school girl and knocked on the door gently. As the door opened she saw a young man about in his 20's this was Wat who immediately took liking to her. "Hello miss." he said as he referred to all of them that way. She smiled sweetly and said very shyly, "I was hoping I might find a room if your not full." she looked down at her feet.
Wat looked behind him "Miss Ainsy!" he called and Ainsy came to the the door, the woman she'd seen earlier. An anger broke in her but she subdued it and smiled sweetly. "She says she'd like a room." he said smiling at the new comer. "Of course we have room." Ainsy said smiling to now. Then a dark figure rose from them apparently the Harper seeing her pretty face instantly drew a devilish grin. Inside her she snickered as he was falling for her persuasive looks.
She smoothed her plain dress, "What's your name lass?" he said his grin still apparent. She paused for a second, "Angeline" she said smiling hiding her true name, Malina. This was better for her and Kern. The Harper spoke gingerly, "Well m'lady Angeline, and please come inside." Malina smiled and as they cleared away she gracefully walked in with a gait timid and beautiful. She moved to the hall way finding an unused room. She sat on the bed and placed her burden on the smooth sheets as she looked through them and slid her weaponry under her clothes and folded her crossbow to fit her rucksack.