Fawn had been given little intel before beginning the hunt. All she had been told was that this man, this creature perhaps, was able to raise the dead and used his powers to devour souls. A formidable foe, for certain, but very little inspired fear in her these days. It had been a long time since she last felt her heart palpitate at the notion of a job. Those were years ago, though, when she was just a fledgling criminal gradually discovering her budding prowess.
She stood in front of a crudely fashioned mirror, that was propped up on an equally crude desk, a commodity not often found in an inn of such poor quality. Mirrors were rare, but she had managed to procure one during her travels and never parted with it. This mirror meant more to her than it would to anyone else. It was where her transformation took place. Without it, she would never see the visages she created that so cleverly fooled the masses. Standing in front of her mirror and shifting was part of her regimen, now, a very integral part. She stood, naked, pale as a cool cup of milk, eyes a crystalline ocean blue with an unnatural diamond sheen when set against the light, and pale, nearly white blonde hair that fell to her tailbone. She was a beautiful creature in her own right, though she never could see it. To her, her natural form was a nuisance, unnecessary and bold. In fact, she endeavored to be quite the opposite. She constantly worked at becoming more and more difficult to distinguish among her fellow creatures to avoid ever being recognized. She never used the same disguise twice, lest she somehow become recognizable.
Today, she would morph into something beautiful and sublime. A pale of complexion, raven-haired, blue eyed huntress, seemingly unknowing of the area; a simple wanderer. Devilishly beautiful, the kind that most men would desire. It never hurt to be pleasing to the eye, even if she never had intentions to seduce anyone. She found that the more beautiful one is, the more accepting others become of you, and in this particular situation, she needed to seem as trustworthy as possible.
She allowed her form to let go of its current shape, the colorless skin suddenly filling like watercolor paint with fleshly tones. Her hair grew even longer, the silver fading and then deepening into a charcoal black. Her eyes assumed the appearance of piercing human eyes, long black lashes framing orbs of azure blue. Her eyebrows darkened and thickened, her lips and cheeks gained a rosy flush of color, and she watched as the rest of her body acquired the shapeliness and hues of a lovely girl in her twenties. That was enough, then.
She donned her leather hunting outfit and gear and was sure to hide a dagger in her boot and between her shoulder blades. She outfitted herself with weapons necessary for the hunting of animals and humans alike. After finishing a meal of cheese and ale, she realized the place the sun occupied in the sky and saw that it was finally time to leave.
The trek wasn't long, as she had taken a room at an inn that was within the city closest to the mountainous range Graven called home. It took her two and a half hours to finally track her way to the grouping of men; at least, they looked like men. Though, they had a zombie-like glaze over their eyes. They were otherwise quite alert and alive, except for that twinge of experience in their gaze, as if they had seen death. These were the creatures she had been warned of. What they didn't realize was how long she had been watching them. As alert as they were, they weren't expert enough to hear the pitfalls of a practiced assassin.
Until... Her foot hit a patch of dry leaves that had been hidden beneath a layer of wet dirt. Blast! She cursed beneath her breath, and made peace with the fact that, whether she liked it or not, this was her entrance.
She held her hands up by her shoulders and stepped out from behind a bush and a slender tree that had provided cover. She had her bow over her shoulder as if she were in the midst of hunting and had suddenly stumbled upon them. She straightened her shoulders and calmed herself. It seemed she was unfazed by the mass of firearms that were pointed at her. She nodded to Graven.
"Do you really think you need all of those guns to take me down? I'm flattered." She smirked and awaited a response.