She sat somewhere along a path that led into the village. Her belt was off, and she had laid it at her clawed feet. Avarrao held a dirtied throwing knife. It was tipped with a scarlet stain, and she sniffed at it absentmindedly. She pulled one of her wings forward and used one of the extra hands at its tip to scratch at the blade. Deep, strange song issued from her lips - a sailing song, filled with foreign vulgarity. The blind beast twirled the blade on her hand and set her head against the tree trunk. She was summoning the willpower to actually go into La'marri, and failing. Going into the village meant encountering people. It was no small secret how Avarr felt about people.
She bent her shoulders inward, causing the membrane of her wings to stretch, her full wingspan on display. She was a strange display - black wings, dirty black hair in unkept braids, muddy dress. There was a certain disregard for appearance in her, due entirely to her inability to see herself.
"It's not like I've got anyone to impress." She voiced her thoughts aloud and fingered the hilt of the throwing knife. Avarr raised her tongue to the tip of her mouth, exposing the unique organ that cast blasts of shrill sound over her environment. She felt out a nearby tree with her echolocation and sent the blade flying. The vibrations of the knife slamming into the tree filled her mind almost instantly, and a smile floated across her face. She still had it.
Her last job had been difficult. The opponent had almost gotten her, but had made the mistake of trying to gauge out her eyes. Avarrao absolutely loved it when people tried to do that. Few knew she was blind and it amused her greatly that attackers enjoyed going for the eyes so often. The opponent had been sure he was doing her great harm and Avarrao had been sure he was dead when she left him.
She chuckled softly. To think, this was what she had become. A mercenary - a paid fighter. Once she had lived happily in the Roost, traveling from place to place with her fellow Huat. Now her species was almost extinct, and she had left it all behind her to hunt and kill. "They didn't love me anyway." She spit out the word love, tasting it bitterly. Her species had greatly respected knowledge, wisdom, virtue - all things that Avarr detested. Her life might be sinful and dangerous, but it was colorful - it was vibrant, or so she would always assure herself. And if you tell yourself a lie again and again, it feels more truthful every day.
