Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160625184220/@comment-5494158-20160705052002

"E-Eheheh..." Beryl gave a small, light-hearted laugh to Navi's joke, though it was clear she was a bit worried about the whole situation. The overall air of the surroundings definitely felt uneasy, especially when getting closer to the abandoned house. As Shula approached it, she noticed the slight incline the path took - given that the abandoned home was situated on a slight hill overlooking the cemetery. In the very least, it would give a good view of most of the area.

"Hmm...Wait, is that a pond over there?" Shula spoke up while at the top of the hill, now pointing down near another side path to the graveyard. Indeed, there seemed to be a small pond of water off the side, albeit with slight overgrowth surrounding most of it. Water lilies and several typha plants could be seen among the water as well. Beyond that however, the water itself seemed to be relatively clear, likely due to how shallow the pond actually was.

"How strange..." Beryl commented, now walking down the path and towards it, "The water looks so clear, and yet--" Her musing on this stopped, mainly as she caught a glimpse of something off to her left side. Seemingly stopping dead in her tracks, her gaze quickly shifted to a nearby gravestone. Beryl's eyes widened for a moment in surprise before leaping back, drawing out her spear and letting out a slight shout in the process.

"Hm?! Beryl, what's wrong?!" Shula quickly rushed to her friend's side, now bringing out her own weapon in preparation to fend off whatever she encountered. Upon reaching her and seeing the source behind her shock however, Shula's expression quickly turned to one of surprise and confusion, "Uhhh...What in the...?"

Crouched over the nearby gravestone was a very small, stout looking Grimm of some kind. Its features, strangely enough, seemed to be almost like a combination of those seen in various other Grimm, albeit in a far more condensed form. The creature seemed to notice its "company" after hearing Beryl's reaction to it, at which point it had turned around, and would now be pressing its back and claws up against the gravestone; Its beady, red eyes now darting frantically back and forth as it glanced over those present.

"Shula...What kind of Grimm even is this?" Beryl asked, now even more worried and confused at this point. This creature was very unfamiliar to her, as it would very likely be to everyone present.

"Don't look at me. I've never even heard of anything like this before..." Shula responded. Though she hated to admit it, even with her studies of Grimm-kind, this variant was something she didn't recognize. "Although...doesn't its face kinda remind you of...?" She soon pointed this out, now notioning to its trunk-like nose.

"A Goliath? Yeah...I was thinking the same thing, actually." Beryl responded, now noticing some more familiar traits once she started to really look it over, "And that tail..."

"Oh yeah, that's definitely a Death Stalker's tail..." Shula finished the thought, now visibly gripping at her Sharur a bit tighter than usual. The mere mention of these Grimm seemingly stirring up some bad memories for her. All this time however, while the two looked over its features, the small Grimm wouldn't seem to be actively trying to fight them. If anything, it seemed reulctant to fight; Its breathing actually becoming noticably heavier out of what was likely sheer nervousness of the situation.