Blood and violence, they were the two things most prominent in her life today. Other things included the fear of others, death, the feel of bone shattering as she punched someone, the special brand of despair one feels when facing down a monster that has just literally torn the throats of your friends out with her claws and is looming ominously over you right now. They looked to be long nails from a distance, but when they got up close, and personal, there was no disguising their true nature. Made for combat, and drenched in the blood of all who would stand against The Demon Wolf.
A gunshot rang out as Mirja was finishing the clean up of this most recent squad of Caanan's men. She expected to feel the moderately painful thud of a bullet hitting her, but it never came, so she looked over and saw that he had popped himself off rather than have her deal with him in an infinitely more painful manner. It made her laugh, an evil laugh enhanced in it's ominous nature by the blood staining her. But, this was all done now, it seemed. The commander of this group knew nothing except where they had been deployed from, and that was a small forward base in an abandoned town. Those potted the Earth rather considerably these days. So she gave him one last, terrifying gaze with her hollow mask, and then snapped his neck and discarded the carcass, before turning to leave the scene of the havoc and devastation. Right now she had something else to do, a warm, long shower. Blood was murder to get out of fur, after all. She dispersed the mask, and took off, heading towards home and all it's wonderful, civilized amenities that she often felt were undeserving of a wolf like her.
Her ragged, violence-sharpened mentality soothing as she felt the ground beneath her feet pass at an incredible rate, the wind whip at her sharp and demanding, and the lack of even her foot falls in her ears. The beauty didn't last forever - it never did - and she arrived at the edges of Vastime. It was home, like so many of her houses all around the world. She liked this place, her heart was here, and she wanted to put down roots and get to know the people here, Hayden most of all.
King, or no, he was an interesting man. She had not made the best first impression, and would continue to fumble that one, since she was far from having any degree of mental stability, but that would not stop her from trying. Not stop her from desiring to know him, and be trusted by him. He inspired people to want to be liked by him, a very helpful skill for a King. Or King-Militant, anyway. She didn't know what the militant meant, but it was probably important, like the drill that she wasn't meant to call a dance.
She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she wandered into The Tundra - her room being the second floor of the building - and didn't notice Henrex until nearly at the stairs. He did frequent this place, but it was early, nobody was in, and Mirja was not there. So....he was waiting for her, for whatever reason. She had a hunch. Without saying a thing Mirja could tell he was different, his posture and the look in his eyes was like the difference between Iko and herself. It could be interesting to speak to him. But, female vanity pulled at her as well, always such an awkward thing.
"Make me a cup of tea, grab yourself one, and I'll be down in a few minutes" She told Henrex, giving him a warm smile and totally hoping he'd miss the blood in her teeth and muzzle, as well as the stuff caked over her, as if she had been swimming in a bath of it. Red was her colour, but that didn't mean she wanted to talk to people while covered in it. And what if some civilian came in while she was? It was just asking for trouble....
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