Scarlet moved quietly through the forest, every step light but firm, every movement calculated, and almost inhuman. She looked like she was stalking someone. She wasn't... yet. Not yet, but it didn't hurt to practice. After all, you didn't know when a Witch would waltz in that needed a firm eradication. After all, she wasn't a total one minded psychopathic murder... just most of the time. She had her main target, and her plan was unwinding perfectly. Although running into him over breakfast was something that she hadn't encountered. But hey, it made the game more fun.
A crunch made her jump, she turned swiftly, her body crouched slightly in a posture ready for attack. It took her a moment to realise that it was only her own boot. Cursing loudly, she relaxed, rolling her neck and stood up straight. "You really arse losing it," she muttered to herself.
