An RP that has a title but not a real one

The ocean was darker than usually as night set in. In the dim night air, a woman sat with her back against a tree, watching it, and occasionally looking up. Her side was bandaged heavily, because it was sliced deeply in a fight earlier that week, and still, Klay was in no condition to fight.
She looked around. The entire beach was empty. She raised her hands up and removed the mask that almost never left her face. She reached up and rubbed what the mask was covering, which was nothing. Smooth skin was all that was left of her voice.

Klay sighed and wrote something in the sand with the tip of her dagger. She quickly brushed it away, though. She looked back to the water.

Klay's eyes slowly closed. She didn't want to let her guard down, but the painkiller for her wound made her extremely tired. Her breathing mellowed and her muscles relaxed.
Of course, if she had been awake, she would have sensed the boy and left.

The breeze lifted Klay's mask from beneath her hand and floated it toward Jira. It stopped right in front of him, just in reach. He could let it float away, then again, he could ball it up and throw it at her. Then again, he could find out she had nothing below her nose, or he could just ignore it.

Klay heard the small whisper of a stone touching another. But when she looked toward the small rock, what she saw confused her greatly. She picked up her mask and had no time to wonder about it because she smelt blood in the air. Her face swivled around to face the boy who had the smell of it all around him. She realized what she was doing and turned away to place her mask back on her face.

Klay stood up, a few inches taller than him. She took a long strip of paper and wrote something on it. She let it go and it landed on his arm. It said 'You smell of Death'.