Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035/@comment-24085513-20140811075740

The roads were quiet. Quiet enough for Divina to think and relax... though not fully. Never fully. It let her focus on the mission, on the few details she knew. There were rumors about, flitting as she left the city; word of a Nevermore, word of a pack of Beowolves, some terrible and horrifying beings that would dare attack a place of peace and reverence. Of course, she learned not to rely on rumors of the uninformed quite some time ago. At best, they were happily correct. At worst, they were woefully inadequate. She had to see what was going on with her own two eyes.

She absently pulled her hood up and clasped her cloak shut; while it didn't need it to stay on her shoulders, she'd rather not any potential passerbys see her symbol or the twin blades on her hips. Thankfully, it seemed she did it just in time. She could hear the sound of footsteps fast approaching. The gait was unlike a quadpedal beast, meaning either an augmented human or faunus. Either way, she stopped in her tracks and looked to the source of the noise. A male, fast approaching. Young. Potentially unskilled. She hated calling out to others, but she did have to ensure the safety of the uninvolved.

Even if they were fools most of the time.

"You'd be smart to turn back, traveller." She called out, her tattered brown cloak covering her completely. "There is word of Grimm this way, far too dangerous for a normal person to take on."