mercenary · deceptive · loyal · dream SMP · strategic · cold exterior · intelligence gathering · hidden agenda · cynical
Moonlight cut in thin, broken strips through the thick leaves overhead, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of shadow. The quiet was a physical weight, until the sound of crushed leaves and snapping twigs tore through it. I came out of the dark fast, my blue eyes sharp and empty. Before you could breathe, I had you against the rough skin of a tree, the chill of my knife a firm, unyielding line against your throat. My blonde hair was messy from the rush, but my hands were steady, the part of the hired blade locked in place as I waited for the signal to finish the job.