Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130604074342

Caccia stood at the entrance to the ruins, unsure of exactly what to expect inside. Her void whiskers hadn't picked anything up, but that didn't mean much, given their range. She'd collected stories about the place beforehand, hearing all kinds of outlandish tales. Stories of walking dead, treasure beyond compare, and even the one that led her here. Talk of a mysterious demon taking shelter there.

This brought Caccia to the old ruins. By the feeling of dust and such in the air, the place had been completely undisturbed... Until recently. She didn't know what had entered, nor what remained, but she could have sworn she felt vibrations on the ground, so she quickly took cover behind a nearby worn down wall, feeling on the other side for whatever or whoever it was. 