#mayluri

The bullets fitted into the gun one by one with ease. A quiet 'thunk' as each one filled their assigned compartment. The sound would only be met with a sudden click and snap as she closed the compartment to the ridiculously tall gun. From the end of the barrel to the stock of the gun it would reach her hip. For her that was quite the gun considering her height. A woman who was quite tall herself, about the height of a draenei as well, with a wiry thin and twiggish frame to match. From a distance she looked almost willowy with the deep and dark blue skin tones and the shortly cropped violet hair. Her posture and demeanor was more masculine than feminine and for once she decided to wear a set of mail that shared those traits. Typically she'd wear an overly feminine garb, showing off what in fact she did not have. No curve, no meat to her bones, no nothing. She was a tall towering picture of androgyny. And that was a simple little fact she never once minded. To be truthful it made her lips curl mischievously, and a bounce come to her step at all the teasing and fun she could do. Today was the exception however. No overly feminine clothes. No mischief. No joy.

She stood up tall and held her gun close, the barrel fitted in one hand and the grip of the stock in the other. Her eyes were narrowed as if what she was going to do could turn on her at any moment for the worse. The snow crunched underfoot with each step. That wasn't something she could wholly avoid, only make it less noticeable. They'd likely see her first however. The brilliant and violently violet hair, the blue skin, the luminescent eyes all against the snow as she wore the masculine mail and leather garb that only shared dark tones that contrasted with the brilliant white. The woman herself thought on the last person she'd actually seen and talked to before leaving. Kaalos. That man drew her made with the simple pleasure of life and it made her soul sing. She grinned at her own reminder of him then the frown would leave as easily as it came. "Oh Kaalos... if only I were meeting you, that would have me grinning. Maybe I'll cook for you. Even if I only know how to cook fish, eggs and potatoes." She scowled more. She was being torn away from the company she wanted to actually meet this woman out in the middle of nowhere. Out in the snow of Winterspring. She told that... old maid... Kiri she would. Sure, why not? But she was actually meaning to for some time now. The wardens of the city send her a message, that was the real cause of her leaving. A deal. A bargain. Sure... why not right? Not really when the bargain placed was search and take her out or bring her back restrained and they'd forgive her past transgressions. It was a no brainer. She never cared for the woman she now slinked through the snow after, her arcane addled mother. Get rid of her completely and have a wiped slate? Not like it'd change her life style either but it'd sure as hell make matters easier.

Another few crunches in the snow and she neared closer to the home she'd come to find out her mother stayed at. Something was off though. There were other footprints in the snow that weren't of elven kind. Troll? Nah. She was seeing things. Her mother living with a troll? That prideful woman? With anyone she didn't deem worth time and effort. She stopped moving then and stood upright, her expression quizzical as she stared at the home. What if... She shook her head. But... what it... She lowered her gun and stepped forward more and more closely but less cautious. Perhaps she had it wrong. Perhaps her other wasn't here and she'd come to find the wrong elf... or troll? Her face went from quizzical to non-plused and displeased. If she wasted her time away for nothing, she was going to be mildly upset. The chill wintry wind whisked by her, rustling up her hair as she stood at the door. She just stood there and watched the door attempting to decide. Go in with a bang and engine blazing as I bust down the door... or for once be calm and quiet? Calm and quiet she saw was better, what if she was wrong and this wasn't her mother's home.