Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24693472-20140831101238/@comment-24693472-20140913152150

Safira slightly frowned when the boy replied that he didn't knew anyone in their small party. She always tries to know about the people she'd be working with whenever she was on a mission.

"Yes, they are gun-boots.. My father made them as a gift for me.. When he was still alive, that is.." She replied, hinting a tone of bitterness. Sensing that the boy may not probably say anything anymore, she continued to tinker with her weapons, barely noticing another boy approaching their location. Thinking he might be one of the other party members, she suddenly stood up and waved.

"Hey there! Do you happen to be part of our hunting party?" She asked the glasses-wearing boy.

'' 'God.. I hope he is.. He looks smart, which could be useful in our situation..' '' Safira thought to herself.

- (Somewhere deep in the forest)

A lone Beowulf stalked the shadows of the thick forest, spying on a large and shadowy entity a few feet away from it. It's quarry was apparently unaware of it's presence, which was usually fatal considering that the Grimm is a very skilled hunter and predator, never showing fear even when the odds against it are five times bigger.

The Beowulf slowly crouched down to an pouncing stance, planning to ambush and quickly finish off it's prey in one fell swoop. When the larger "animal" seemed to slow down to an almost crawl-like pace, the Grimm decided it was now time to attack. The werewolf-like monster dashed quickly behind it's target, jumping on it's back and tried tearing off a chunky piece of meat.

Only, there was no flesh meeting the Beowulf's claws or teeth. Heck, there wasn't even a bit of blood anywhere. The only thing on the creature's back was black fur, and lots of it. The Beowulf's "prey" slowly uttered a low growl that slowly became louder and louder until it suddenly lunged forward, knocking the small yet agile Beowulf off it's back. The larger, wolf-like creature seemed to bore into the skull and soul of the opponent, if they had one.

And then it lunged..

.....

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Before Safira could question the boy any further, a distant yet ominous howl echoed from the forest. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise up in, fear temporarily taking over the confidence she had before.

"What in God's name was that!?" She said, the nervousness present in her voice. She looked around her and noticed that the entire town had gone silent, almost as if they were being silenced by the enigmatic howl of the creature. Some villagers were even fearfully looking over to the forest, almost as if expecting an unwanted guest coming to raid, or attack.

 'Just what on Remnant did we sign up for?'