🆕 (A starter for Zakhar and Saoirse bc yes)
She took to wandering around the places where her most recent targets had lived. Slowly traversing the cities and hills to see how the lands had changed over the years. And seeking out the quiet secret places she'd known to be there. Where hardly anyone every goes.
One such place she was in was the frigid lands in the northern climes. Where the permafrost hid ancient secrets that whispered of their past lives, and the inhabitants drank fiery drinks that kept them warm from the inside.
Wild boar and deer alike parted before her as she moved through the trees, both parts intimidating predator and neutral energies swirling about her when the steady jingle of the decorations adorning her robes came to a halt when someone, roughly her size was right in her pathway.
She cocked her head to the side and peered at them through her mask.
