It had been a little while since she had done some proper aim practise, but this should not be much of an issue. She had trained every day in the past and she still did, but bullets were not as common as she’d like. The young Hydra took a final moment in front of the mirror and brushed the soft fabric of her stylish half skirt before she turned away and walked down the stairs and out of the mansion. Her heart pushed strong against her chest without a trace of worry for what would happen today. She felt at peace with the world and would soon find peace within herself too. Her twin sword was in its sheath on her back as it always was and one of her twin guns was attached to her hip in a leather belt. She marched onwards in south-western direction. Out of Inferni; towards Dahlia de Mai and the monster that everyone told her not to seek out. How could they expect her to remain idle when he was a monster? She would be doing everyone a favour and would return to Inferni as a hero, the slayer of Haku Soul, the wolfen devil. Wouldn’t they all be proud of her then? She did not to this because she wanted to be acknowledged, but because it was the right thing to do. This bastard and his idiotic pack had threatened Inferni long enough and she would show them that they would not get to fuck around with the clan’s members without suffering some serious consequences.
In fact Halo had her own personal vendetta as well. He was a horrible male who did horrible deeds. She knew what it was like – to be forced into intercourse against one’s own will. He was her mother’s son and her half brother. It was wrong, for she was not one of them and today she would prove it both for others and for herself. Her stride smoothed out and lost all sound as the Dahlian borders crept closer and closer. Darkness was slowly taking over as the day bid its farewells, but in the snow she could not find invisibility. Oversized ears scouted endlessly for sounds and bright, ruby eyes searched tirelessly for movement. She had not been here before, but the recently scented borders told her where she was and this was where she was supposed to be. She stalked about by the borders for a moment and noticed that the wolf that had marked the doorsteps of Dahlia was the creature she was after. It had been a long while since she had sensed fragments of her mother’s scent. She recognized her half-brother because she recognized her mother. She recognized her own scent in his. Disgusted, the girl started to break into the territory, though kept to the outskirts as she followed the borderline in pursuit of a more recent trail that could lead her to the Lion’s cave. Someone was going to pay for their crimes tonight.