Blackfall is somewhere that she doesn't want to be. But, she needs some new equipment, several of her arrows are missing fletches or arrowheads, she could do with a new string for her bow before it snaps and leaves her without something to hunt with and some new clothes wouldn't go amiss. It isn't as if she's come unprepared for the reality that they'd likely want her to work for it either, bringing along a pack of well-kept and skinned furs in a messenger bag hanging from her shoulder.

Anima herself cuts an imposing figure as she approaches the town. From a distance, all that one would be able to make out is the wolf pelt hood that she wears, drawn her over face. The eyes have been replaced with glass ones, and the fangs stay intact and frame her face. Her clothes are sutiably drab and comfortable, khakis and combat boots and plain dark t-shirts, with a loose oversized bomber jacket that reaches just above her knees. It's clearly too big for the woman, but it also lovingly kept and adorned with several patches from military barding on the right shoulder to a large eastern dragon printed on the back.

In her other hand, she carries an unstrung recurve bow. It is also lovingly made and carbon fibre with little damage from wear and tear. Annie looks every part the hunter that she is, and that is something that she's proud of. The image is one carefully maintained, hardened like a diamond and trying to look intimidating. It works, making the 5"5 woman seem much taller than she is, like a carefully planned illusion.

She looks for a patrol, guards, someone that she can talk to so she doesn't just trespass on territory. She's wary of that in particular, one armed hunter is no match for a group, no matter how skilled she is. And after all - she comes in peace. No harm will come to Blackfall from her, and should they not have what she wants? She'll begin the trek to find somewhere that does. That trek is a long and ardours one though so Annie hopes that it won't be necessary. The things that she needs shouldn't be too hard to acquire in a settlement such as this.

She watches him carefully, checking for any signs to aggression. Thankfully, there are none and she can relax from her coiled posture into something a lot more open. As a sign of friendliness, she drops her hood. Without it, she looks a less intimidating, long dark hair framing her face with a sideswept fringe and relatively young looking features. There's claw scars on the right side of her face, but they've healed well to faint scars. He seems to like her hood, something that gets a genuine small smile off her.

It's good to know people can appreciate good craftsmanship when they see it.

"Name's Anima - I'm a huntress and I was wondering whether I'd be able to trade some supplies?" To illustrate the point, she delves into the messenger bag at her side and pulls out one of the furs, a doe pelt in relatively good shape. "If not, I can work in exchange for the supplies I need."

"Just Anima or Annie will do. Bit of a mouthful." She replies, still smiling as he introduces himself. She gives a quick nod, making sure to try and remember the name but... She's not the best at remembering names. Everyone blends into one when you don't spend much time in one place after all. It's rude to forget a name though, she knows that much.

The mention of a proposition, she crosses her arms and tilts her head. As he mentions joining them, her expression darkens just a little, eyebrows raised. She's not... She hasn't been in a group for years. The thought of having to integrate into one - especially considering what happened to the last one... She manages to keep her expression as even as possible. There are merits she supposes to staying with them and she has to stay for a while to fix her equipment anyways.

"I'm sorry, I'm not really used to staying groups, so the offer comes as..." A shock? An insult? She allows herself to trail off whilst she mentally searches for a decent word to describe her feelings towards the situation. When she can't find one, she sighs and shrugs. "I presume that things would be expected of me? I've had some run ins with, shall we say - less than friendly groups. I don't want to be joining a set of bandits." They don't look like bandits, but there's every chance that's because their raiding party is currently indisposed somewhere else.

"There's also the matter of my partner - a hawk, Seven. I presume he would also be protected and looked after?" She has to inquire about the bird too, even if he's gone for a fly and hunt of his own. The two are mostly inseparable, and to tear one apart from the other is... Unthinkable to Anima. Perhaps not to Seven, but definitely to her.

❝ NO MORE DRAGONS LEFT TO SLAY ❞ She actually giggles at Jeong when he cuts himself off. He's like a child and she loves it. It's been so long since she's had someone react so positively to her that she feels genuinely good about it, a smile that keeps growing as she giggles. Eventually she shakes her head, making a short, sharp whistle.

"He'll come and say hi if you want him to. He's nice and obedient when there's food at stake." She comments idly, looking up towards the sky briefly to check if he's circling. Of course, he is, so she feels free to resume the conversation.

She barely gets out a word before she stops, watching Cain manifest out of darkness with the same kind of wonder that Jeong is showing towards her. It's something that she's never seen before - something that must be incredibly useful to have for someone like her. After all, the ability to teleport is one that she could use to great advantage, and she would be a fool to regard it as anything otherwise.

"That's a rather impressive trick." She doesn't sound wary, more curious as she tilts her head towards the side. "Also, I'll stay for a few days and then see how I feel. I presume I'm free to leave if the lifestyle doesn't suit?"