A movement. The rustling of rolling pebble and grass. The scent of fresh animal droppings. The grip on the trigger tightened a tiny bit. The prey seemed to be unaware of it's threat which was certain to end in an attempt on it's life. The trigger tightened even more, and the sound of breath was nonexistant from the hunter. [i]Click.[/i] Ah, the soft sound of the clicking trigger, followed by a loud echo which travelled through the alps. The hunter smiled lighlty, picking up the carcass of his prey, a limp mountain hare. Dinner secured for whoever liked this type of food.

Freya threw the corpse away, head tilted up towards the sky. His entire body felt numb, his hand twitched lightly. Seems like his hunger could not be sated by any animal. He needed bigger prey, but time was running short now. Now that he had duties as an assassin and sniper for this... mage thingy, yet he could not know why they even had any remote interest in him. If anythibg, he assumed they sought his head instead. Well, they boy shrugged. It was't his busin-His eyes caught onto something! A much larger prey, that's certain. Moving at a fast velocity. Ah, a skiier. [i]Click.[/i] Freya instinctively fired the gun that claimed a vacationer's life.

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Although there was a meeting coming up, Freya seemed to be rather uninspired and willful for it. He'd long concluded that he was here just because they wanted to keep an eye on this frightening boy that wore skirts and stockings. He peered about the entry hall of this Chaldean group thing. Freya was not really all that interested in such, whether it be magic or high tech gadgets. All he needed was his trusted L115A3 AWM rifle, a gun with both mighty power but also within his grasp it held an almost magical accuracy. It was his baby, and he would never abandon it for any other dumb tool or child's play.

He cuddled his gun a tiny bit before hanging it over his shouldef, moving towards his room. He needed to change he figured, considering that his clothes were soaked in wet snow and dirt, but it at least was his own clothes and not these Chaldean uniforms which were so uncomfortable. Tight-sitting, white, it both made the hunter groan softly before picking himself back again. He had to change and get to that meeting in time, otherwise he'd be thrown out.

Reaching his sleeping quarters, he pushed the door open and gently placed his rifle into his gun cabinet, locking it dead shut again. Then he stripped naked, hanging the clothing up to dry while noting his own slight hourglass form in the mirror. Strange.  That was almost believable. With a smile, he moved over to his closet and pulled out a white top and white skirt, as well as some underwear and stockings. All the apparell was marked with the Chaldean symbols so whenever he wore their clothing, he just felt like a walking advertisement. Atleast, at the very least, did the clothes look cute on his frame. That was a major plus, indeed. 

Moving out of the room again, fully dressed in female clothing and even with a dash of makeup on, it'd be hard to even notice him being male. And so he walked through the large halls as if he was a woman, until reaching the place where another male walked towards the same location. He didn't recognice him, but that was beside the point. He wouldn't recognice anyone after all, [color=bc8dbf]"Hello. Team B I presume?"[/color] He said. Even his voice was that of a female's, soft and delicate. Freya's strange heterochromatic eyes looked onto Leon with gentle interest.