Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20131223193034/@comment-10324268-20131226025338

Irowin dodged massive feathers as a giant bird flew over head. This had been the third Grimm she had encountered in the last 20 minutes. She quickly jumped into the roots of a tree to avoid further attention. The bird seemed to think that it got her because it flew away. I wonder how many types there are? She thought. Irowin had so far encountered a wolf, a bear, and now a bird. There had only been a few gunshots in the distance to indicate the existance of any other people. Irowin felt as though she was near her objective and continued to walk, alone.