Maven didn't like the borderlands and its inhabitants, though she where in Serendipity, the northern parts bordered Connlaoth. The inhabitants, while not as extreeme, had a distrust to mages and magical creatures. Though magic had changed her parents, she was still very much human and not a mage, it was always an insult to be labeled anything else, but she had long since learnt to swallow her pride and do her job.
This time she was hired by a farmer on the more flat grassland to hunt and possibly kill something, she saw the marks on their sheep and concluded that it hadn't been from a natural predator. Which meant, most of the time, that it was a monster. Maven's definition of monster though, was evil, she was an evil hunter rather then an unnatural creature hunter that most folks thinks when they hear that she is a monster hunter.
There where grey areas to her morals, some non sentient creatures acted on self preservation instinct which would drive them to attack others sentient or livestock alive and it would take to long time to relocate them, not to mention dangerous. Maven needed to be quick, to protect herself, the reward could be lodging, a warm and safe place to sleep for a night, food or coin to aquire such thing herself, and as such she would kill such creature on sight.
As per usual, when others couldn't see her, other then her intended target, she threw her cloak and headpiece, which would both still be in the air after her initial attack. For a non sentient enemy, it usually was enough to run past them with her demonic speed, slicing their troath, or other vital area, wherever appliciable, but after she ran past it, she would grope the air, as if there was a ball. There hadn't been any resistance as she zipped past it, nor where there any residual blood on her fingers.
