matthiasmori || single muse || male || 22 to 27, depending on thread || werecat and familiar
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matthiasmori || single muse || male || 22 to 27, depending on thread || werecat and familiar
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Closed Starter with Matthias
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It was often said that each kill was easier and less thrilling than the last. How many had it been for Adalind? “Enough” was the only answer she could think of. Enough to approach and leave this sort of ordeal with nothing more than planning, skill, and a complete lack of passion for the quick, in-and-out nature of an assassination done right.
She returned the illegally-acquired pistol to its place in her purse and checked her watch with a frown. While she had known that today would be a busy one, this last job had taken up more time than expected. Undoubtedly, she would be late to the agreed meeting spot with a man who had, rather vaguely, wanted to speak to her.
After one last look at her reflection to make certain that none of the mark’s blood had gotten on her clothing, she slipped silently through the backdoor and into the cooling night air. The requested evidence had been taken care of already, and the target’s mistress would be framed for the murder. Business as usual, nothing more.
It took half an hour to arrive at the address she had been provided, around ten minutes late. She didn’t recognize this building, but had made certain to double-check. She did have the correct location, according to the paper she gripped in one hand. Casting one last glance behind her out of habit, she approached the entrance. For the most part, the area remained empty. It would be easy to find the man she had agreed to meet with, assuming that he hadn’t already given up on her arrival.