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Ketterdam's dark nights never frightened her. She liked it after dark. It became interesting. At last, she found a worthy opponent, a city in the dark.
The heels of her boots clicked against the cobblestones, hands pressed into the pockets of her coat, her thumbs hanging out both decorated by expensive rings, too expensive. They'd been a rumour going around that the gold she wore was more expensive than her head. Of course, it had been true, but where she got all that gold remained a mystery. She was just another criminal with an excellent eye for good things. She liked to think it was her taste that put the Crow Club to the next level.
Her walk remained a sway of hips, extending her legs. She made sure it looked like she had nowhere important to go, no meeting or event was worthy of her hurrying her cat-like walk. She liked to take her time when walking such dangerous destinations. Her legs would sway, lips hum a tune and fingers tap against her leather coat while her ears would make out sounds in the distance, calculate how far a person's footsteps would be and listen in on the whisks of the wind. She made sure to make it looked like she didn't pay much attention when she knew everything. Every part of the city. Its' every rock and cobble. It was her against the night. Her against her target. She liked occupying her mind with these details.
She hid her dark locks underneath a red hood, hiding the features of her bony face in its' shadow. It was one of those coats she paid a good amount of money for, to some Fabrikator she found at the Ravkan embassy. She didn't even know if it worked, but it looked good enough for her to wear. It was made out of leather, hung down to her knees like a coat would, resistant to bullets and fire; though she doubted it did. She made sure it had pockets in its' insides, perfect to hide pistols, blades and bombs, even the new Shu lighter she got at the Embassy. It was smuggled and fit perfectly on her belt where her two blades hung, identical golden daggers, one with a crow's head and the other with a dragon's who curled down its' hilt. Her most prized possessions. No weapon was more graceful than a dagger.
