A Hunters Prey

Bent. Broken. Balanced.

They are the three keys used to create the perfect Huntress; women who are chosen and trained to become the best spies and assassins alive. Those with hands painted in blood, and tainted souls.
Not the noble kind, but the determined.

Once molded; there is no fear in them to hold them back.

There shouldn't be any emotion there either. After all, there is no place for something like love in a woman's heart when all she knows to do is hunt and kill. Track and hold. However, nature has a funny way of playing it's hand.

But a hunters prey should always come first.

Always and justly.