Summer 22nd 514 AV
It was just one of those moments In time, her steps pressed forward across the cobblestone paths of winding alleys. Slithering about in bipedal stride as she prowled the corridors for an easy mark. Murder and money that seemed to be the dhanis agenda, the motive she needed to achieve both to survive. For someone looking in it might have seemed if her life was a wretched one, but there was salvation. But a handful in this world could consider themselves blessed or cursed by the gods. Mazal however found a purpose although she did not understand its meaning well, she liked to think of herself as a champion of her pantheons agenda it energized her and gave her marked hands purpose. Many wandered the world searching for the meaning of life, it was a pity that hers was to do it harm and cut it short but the double edge in that was she knew what she was put into the world to do.
But still there was something missing in the world, it was a lonely place for someone like herself. Not many wanted to hang around an avatar of pain and suffering. Her partner in crime had perished along while ago but the memory remained. Sometimes the echo of his voice haunted her memories, they were quite the partnership. It wasn't even a relationship with romantic inclinations it was a state of normalcy that she thirsted for even if she hid everything about herself, to feel normal, to be liked, to have friendly faces smile upon her. Her world prevented this but she dared to dream even when she willingly knew the outcome would be bleak.
After all her job was to bleed to meek, and there were two ways she could go about her job. She could drag her feet and whine and complain or she could do it with a smile and a pep in her step. It was a career move really, one that she was starting to rather enjoy.
Red cloak draped upon her mousy visage the only thing that the gloomy darkness could not conceal we're ruby red lips, pale skin of her cheeks and short strands of golden blonde hair. She was by no means an ambusher she seemed to wear the shadows silhouette like lace.
An imposing figure of four feet eleven inches tall she waited lurking In the open waiting for someone to turn the corner. The midnight hour was upon her and her fairytail world would soon become a nightmare if she did not pay tribute to her sacred deity Krysus goddess of pain and murder