Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160625184220/@comment-5494158-20160707194623

"Well..." Shula pondered their potential options at this point: This was a Grimm that none of them had encountered before, and was most likely a form of very rare species. At the same time however, its very nature posed a potential threat; Whatever its destructive capabilities may be, and the fact that it feeds off negativity. "Tch...I don't know. It doesn't look like it wants to fight, but still...if we do approach it, let's be cautious. None of us have even seen this type of Grimm before, so we don't know what it's capable of..." Shula spoke up, now preparing herself a bit to slowly approach it, her weapon still drawn and ready at this point.

During this pondering however, the small Grimm seems to have quickly scuttled around to the back of the gravestone. Now poking its head up over the back and clenching its claws into the stone itself, its breathing would seem to become even heavier at this point; Its trunk drooping over the front side of the grave briefly as its head revs back, its eyes growing wider and wider as its breathing becomes louder. After a few moments of this, it would...suddenly seem to stop in place, as if pausing to collect itself.

"U-Uhm..." Beryl tried to speak up at this point, now tilting her head at the odd sight of the Grimm's breathing process. Given the situation, she couldn't help but wonder if it was hyperventalating out of sheer nervousness. After a few seconds of inactivity however, the Grimm would make its intentions far more clear: As it would quickly spew out a noxious, purple colored, gaseous substance from its trunk. The vapors themselves would cover a rather sizable area in front of it, ensuring there wouldn't be much room for escape.

"Ngh! T-The hell--Uagh...!" Shula quickly tried to cover her mouth, but the substance was too overwhelming, soon causing her to cough profusely from it. "Urrggh...You...little..." Shula stumbled towards the Grimm slightly, whose beady red eyes could still be made out, even among the cloud of purple smoke. Though she tried to take a swing at it with her morning star, she only ended up falling over, a tumbling noise soon being heard afterwards.

"S-Shula! M-Mngh...!" Beryl tried to reach out to her friend, though her presence soon became lost in the cloud of vapors. Breathing in the substance had caused the surroundings to become hazy, as it would induce such effects upon anyone who inhaled it. While it wouldn't cause its victims to black out, it would certainly give off the dreadful feeling that it might eventually happen.