#endingwithval

      ooc ; OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW CUTE ZADA’S GIGGLE IS EVEN THOUGH I AM THE ONE DOING IT? @ending-with-val

      The wind is calming her more by the second, tawny eyes settled on the horizon. She is almost unrecognizable. What was once short, beautifully uneven cut hair was now longer. One side cascading down a shoulder. She adjusted the bandana around her mouth, a modified Thousand-Yard Stare planted firmly in the earth. Her cape billowing behind her. The normal black, smeared war paint was now gone. Face smudged with dirt in some places. The armor she sported was now dinged and damaged, but still usable. Her Ghost settled onto her shoulder.  M O V E M E N T is detected and Zada is quick to squint in the general direction where she saw the dust and dirt fly up.  ❝ .... ❞ They are much too close for her comfort; too close to her little hideaway. A soft scuffle is heard, as if someone was trying to avoid her gaze. Her sniper was now draped across her back appropriately and a throwing knife twirled around her right index finger. At the first sign of movement, she flung the knife in her prey’s reaction. The knife had been so direct, designed to hit its target, but alas it stuck straight out of the rock. A breath of relief was almost audible as the woman now pursued the other. She had to at least guide them away from her hideaway; mainly because she did not feel like moving once more (especially not with winter on the way.) @ending-with-val