Cold-blooded... certainly the most adjective that would most aptly describe Schlange, though few realize it at first. But she is, truly, very nearly as much as the serpent she's named herself, just about as emotionless... well, she'd like to think so. No one can truly eradicate all emotion unless they happen to be dead, and Schlange has spent a good portion of her life trying to avoid getting herself killed. But she is, at least, the nearest thing to emotionless as a mortal can get. That much is clear just looking into her blue eyes - as well look at solid cobalt stone, for all the humanity that's visible there. Just... coldness. Iciness. Heartlessness.
The woman's lithe movements are sleek and conditioned as she moves over the land, sinuous and almost serpentine, with that boneless grace only serpents possessed. It is not an innate grace, but rather an acquired one, one she'd worked long and hard to gain. Looking at her, though, few would be able to tell the difference between natural composure and that gained through struggle, she hides it so well. She pauses upon reaching a clearing, inscrutable blue gaze shifting about the edges of the clearing where the forest encroached upon clear ground before flickering to the treetops, checking for any possible arboreal danger - Schlange trusts no one, and for good reason, with her past. Clearly feeling that she is safe, or near enough as she can possibly get - for in her world, "safety" is in general merely an illusion - she pauses in the clearing long enough to take a pause in her travels. She doesn't usually stop in such unpopulated areas, for she'd been born a city child and as much as she hates the city of her birth, she's still not particularly fond of untamed land, but she has been traveling for a while, and realizes that she needs a break. Only a short one, though. She needs to continue on eventually, and find someone who will hire her. No one needs an assassin in areas like this where no people live, nor in small villages where few hold a grudge large enough to fuel that kind of attack - no, the only employment for her would be in a large city, where hatred and, consequently, killing ran rampant.
It doesn't even occur to her that she might use her healing as a means of gaining money. She'd never done that before - in fact, never used her magic except on the rarest of occasions - so it's only natural that it wouldn't occur to her as a means of employment. Although Schlange is used to considering all the options in order to keep her alive and her skin in one piece, she has yet to get used to this magic of hers. A healing power for an assassin... a study in contrasts.
The woman's lithe movements are sleek and conditioned as she moves over the land, sinuous and almost serpentine, with that boneless grace only serpents possessed. It is not an innate grace, but rather an acquired one, one she'd worked long and hard to gain. Looking at her, though, few would be able to tell the difference between natural composure and that gained through struggle, she hides it so well. She pauses upon reaching a clearing, inscrutable blue gaze shifting about the edges of the clearing where the forest encroached upon clear ground before flickering to the treetops, checking for any possible arboreal danger - Schlange trusts no one, and for good reason, with her past. Clearly feeling that she is safe, or near enough as she can possibly get - for in her world, "safety" is in general merely an illusion - she pauses in the clearing long enough to take a pause in her travels. She doesn't usually stop in such unpopulated areas, for she'd been born a city child and as much as she hates the city of her birth, she's still not particularly fond of untamed land, but she has been traveling for a while, and realizes that she needs a break. Only a short one, though. She needs to continue on eventually, and find someone who will hire her. No one needs an assassin in areas like this where no people live, nor in small villages where few hold a grudge large enough to fuel that kind of attack - no, the only employment for her would be in a large city, where hatred and, consequently, killing ran rampant.
It doesn't even occur to her that she might use her healing as a means of gaining money. She'd never done that before - in fact, never used her magic except on the rarest of occasions - so it's only natural that it wouldn't occur to her as a means of employment. Although Schlange is used to considering all the options in order to keep her alive and her skin in one piece, she has yet to get used to this magic of hers. A healing power for an assassin... a study in contrasts.
