He was true fool, no man nor witcher ever took up this contract. To think that her people had a contract against them, it insulted her. Coming from a proud linage and history that ran deeper than the ravines within the mountains it truly urked her that the humans had the nerve to place a contract upon her people and their lands. She didn't know why she the witcher had come but as she sat camouflaged within the trees his booming voice soon rang creating an echo that bounced off the branches of the trees. He presented himself as Áskell, an odd name to say the least, but what truly peeked her interested was the reason at last why he had come. A murder? She knew no such thing, and she knew that none within her village had slaughtered a human, let alone stepped foot upon human soils since the dawn of the red moon. Centuries ago, the lived isolated from every creature and even humans.
Another peeking interest was his desire to talk rather than fight, useless. With her comrades in position the woman had prepared for an aerial attack but something about this man seemed so off, she wasn't about to lower herself to the standards of man but instead show this Witcher just how different she and the other werecats were to the likes of man. Signaling her comrades to stand down with various hand signs she instead decided to tackle this matter on her own.
Falling from the branches of the tree she currently sat perched in she landed with the grace of a ballerina. Bending her knees until she straightened them, presenting herself to the Witcher allowing him to know of her presence before she slowly stood and straightened her posture. Her body was lean, bare with milky skin flesh, breast exposed but beads that hung around her neck. Beads of various creatures she herself had slain. Body paint of crimson and brown traveled down her collar bone stopping just above her navel in various arrow like formations.
Her head turning with the rest of her body until she faced him fully. Golden orbs narrowing at the man while her auburn locks swayed in the faint breeze. A woman in the prime of her youth but with strength unknown to many, and the blessings of her feline divine shining down upon her. Slowly her feet began to pick up as she moved cautiously towards him. She wasn't going to let her guard down, and with her heightened senses she heard every beat of his heart, every breath he took and every sound his muscles made when as he stood. At her hip rested her weapon of choice, a small dagger forged by her own hands and cut right out of the side of the mountains. A seemingly harmless weapon but in her hands a force to be reckoned with, and dabbed with a deadly sedative, a mixture of herbs that if applied right could knock out even the strongest and most fierce of beast.
"Go now, and leave these lands.." her foreign accent prominent as she stopped several yards in front of the man.
"You are not welcome here….this shall be your only warning Withcer. Refuse this offer and I shall show you no mercy…" She didn't care why he was here, but for him to offer a humble option for her she decided to give him the same opportunity.