[b]Konohagakure[/b]

Karela stared down at the lone imperial solder walking through the streets of Konoha from her rooftop perch. As far as Karela could tell, he was alone. Vulnerable. Defenseless. It wasn't often that one saw a lone Imperial solders walking through the streets like this, in fact, it seemed a little too good to be true. Was it possible that they had figured out that she was the one who had killed the last few solders who had ventured outside of Konoha?

Truth be told, she didn't care if they knew it was her. The Empire had taken everything from her a long time ago. They had left her with no family, no clan, and no place to truly call home. The Empire had hurt her, wounded her deeply both emotionally and physically that night and she would never forgive them. A rare shudder of disgust went through her. The things that had been done to her and her clan that night would most likely haunt her until the day she died and she didn't intend to die until either the Empire was gone or she took the Empress herself with her into death.

Karela knew that she had been damaged by the night her clan had been exterminated, by the way she had been beaten and abused by the male solders who had attacked the clan that night. She was no longer capable of trusting men in any kind of relationship, truth be told, she didn't think she could trust anyone in any kind of relationship. On the rare occasion she felt the need for companionship, she would find a women and leave immediately once done. There was no emotion involved, no caring, no trust, no love. Karela didn't even think she was capable of love anyway.

She wanted revenge. Pure and simple. The need for revenge burned within her with an intensity that had surprised her at first but she had grown to embrace it, let it fuel her and give her strength when she fought.