Some people say, 'I've got things to do' and they don't, some people say I have a mission to complete and it never gets done....I say I've got things to do, missions to complete I do them, and I mean it
::Shea left that inn and rode towards the West end, to sniff out clues, quite literally in fact, she left V in a safe spot and went in on foot, it was day light, who or what ever had been killing would be long gone by now. Walking the streets past others who might be looking for this killer as well, comrades in arms, there were many looking for the killer, or killers..Shea would not be alone in it ....then she sensed something upon the air, the smell of fresh blood, she walked towards it, the smell led down an alley way, boxes and crates filled it, there was blood upon the walls of the alley way, upon the street. Shea held her breath a moment, both the smell of new and old death flowed from this alley way, she pushed past the smell and crossed over the crates to find a few limbs, an arm, a leg ....eaten. to all accounts...Shea grimaced slightly. There were bones as well, with rotting flesh upon them. All in a days work, the bodes were human no doubt that smell of blood was not only human there was something about it...something darker in nature, jade hues flickered closed as she felt it...::
::almost feral in nature..fearing for a moment that maybe more than one wolf creature had gotten through from Crendia, Shea swore in elvish and made her way out of the alley way to try and track that sent...but it faded eventually leading no where to nothing ....all Shea knew now was that what ever they were dealing with might be more than just human ....there were daemons here in Rhydin,darkness as well. As Shea moved tot he roof tops she peered down in to every alley way she came to looking for signs of death but found none..::
::.she would move on, patrol around the docks some then call it an early day...unless she found something of use beside dead body parts and that smell she couldn't shake...there where something's she wouldn't be able to explain not to anyone, maybe to those who knew her best, her family, Connar. But to her new allies, she wasn't sure how much she was trusted, this was a test, keep your friends close enemies closer sort of deal...Shea knew that. As she moved back to the street, and away from the West end the scent was picked up, she could smell it on the winds...she could smell it on the winds, she moved quickly following it hoping not to lose it::
::Shea left that inn and rode towards the West end, to sniff out clues, quite literally in fact, she left V in a safe spot and went in on foot, it was day light, who or what ever had been killing would be long gone by now. Walking the streets past others who might be looking for this killer as well, comrades in arms, there were many looking for the killer, or killers..Shea would not be alone in it ....then she sensed something upon the air, the smell of fresh blood, she walked towards it, the smell led down an alley way, boxes and crates filled it, there was blood upon the walls of the alley way, upon the street. Shea held her breath a moment, both the smell of new and old death flowed from this alley way, she pushed past the smell and crossed over the crates to find a few limbs, an arm, a leg ....eaten. to all accounts...Shea grimaced slightly. There were bones as well, with rotting flesh upon them. All in a days work, the bodes were human no doubt that smell of blood was not only human there was something about it...something darker in nature, jade hues flickered closed as she felt it...::
::almost feral in nature..fearing for a moment that maybe more than one wolf creature had gotten through from Crendia, Shea swore in elvish and made her way out of the alley way to try and track that sent...but it faded eventually leading no where to nothing ....all Shea knew now was that what ever they were dealing with might be more than just human ....there were daemons here in Rhydin,darkness as well. As Shea moved tot he roof tops she peered down in to every alley way she came to looking for signs of death but found none..::
::.she would move on, patrol around the docks some then call it an early day...unless she found something of use beside dead body parts and that smell she couldn't shake...there where something's she wouldn't be able to explain not to anyone, maybe to those who knew her best, her family, Connar. But to her new allies, she wasn't sure how much she was trusted, this was a test, keep your friends close enemies closer sort of deal...Shea knew that. As she moved back to the street, and away from the West end the scent was picked up, she could smell it on the winds...she could smell it on the winds, she moved quickly following it hoping not to lose it::