Long before her final sacrifice to her God, she left Ashelin in the grip of an unfinished warning, but that was before. She sat drinking deep from the liquor bottle before her. Sat on the front step of the Naughty Ottsel watching the civilians go about their meaningless lives. She blended perfectly with those civilians. Dressed like them, acting like them, she was one, like before she joined the Guard.
She could almost hear her father scolding her for drinking the liquor. The way he was before she killed him, before she became Meya Blak Wulf. And she could see him laying in his own blood staring up at her through dead eyes so much like her live ones. Head tipped back, she swallowed the rest of her drink, then threw the bottle at a passer by. She chuckled as it hit him atop his fat bald head making him fall face first on the pavement.
"You know you really shouldn't do that." a harsh voice spoke from behind her. She moved in one fluid motion, all the while cursing herself for not hearing the man's approach. Her blade buried itself in the barrel of a gun that placed itself faster than she could move. Her silver green eyes stared shocked into a solitary emerald one and a synthetic red right eye. She was captivated by the mans' true left eye, the emerald one, and couldn't help sheathing her knife. He spoke again, and all she heard was his name, Sig. Strange, she thought, she heard that name. He was Krew's Metal Head hunter, and the armor of Metal Head skulls he wore proved it.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me?! Why don't you head home little girl." he growled dislodging her gaze from his.
"A thousand apologies." she spoke dropping to one knee, and before he could reply, she vanished as fast as he appeared.
From the rooftop above, she heard him say something that it's not worth working for "the cherries" at that time of night and that he'd rather be eaten again by some monster or something. Sig was trouble, she heard of how he fought his enemies, a man who she could relate to, look up to. More so than the fool she called "Sir". She hoped someday she could test her skills in combat against those of the hunter named Sig. One day, maybe.