Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180605023836

Further down the trail, the angelic horror continues tentatively forward into the unknown. Sometimes keeping an eye out for that strange humanoid and that flying device and sometimes looking ahead or behind her. Though she doesn't see anyone... or sense for that matter.

Up on the road, when the swamp is completely left behind for a forest. Faida comes to a sight not foreign to the likes of her. A broken down wagon. Large gash marks on the side indicate that of a large beast or werewolf of some-sort had taken to attacking this. Perhaps that werewolf from before? Maybe, maybe not.

Looking around it, she noted it was for one person, and that while there was scuff marks and a struggle of being dragged away. There was no blood at all. Noble vampires wouldn't have done such a sloppy job, 'young' vampires would have eaten the poor person on the spot. Same goes for young werewolves, and even if a smarter werewolf would have wanted them to join the pack. There at-least would have been blood of some-kind when they bit into him, or at-least accidentally scarred them with a grab.

This... definitely was a strange scene to be sure, a mystery. But all of the clues lead to an unheard answer. The answer came clear, but that only raised more questions.

There was wolf-prints, multiple of them. So it was werewolves... but the prints were a lot smaller than normal werewolves. They looked actually like they were normal human-sized.

She heaved a heavy sigh as she looked in the direction of where they supposedly took this person, she couldn't save them, everything was at-least a day old. What they wanted to do they already did it. Werewolves could be patient, but not that patient. That and she still felt weak, and this was a pack, irregular size aside, she doubted she would be much of a match for the beasts even with advantages.

But that did also rule out one culprit, that werewolf from before... was it even a werewolf? She wasn't exactly sure, and that made her unsure if these beings were also werewolves...

Dammit.

The gnoll comes upon an interesting sight... a broken down wagon, claw marks litter the ground, but no blood to be seen or smelled and in the middle of it all is a very peculiar being that the hyena-man has never seen before.

Inspecting the wreckage, is a somewhat tall humanoid women... or what you think is a women that your guess from it's torn white and green dress that she's wearing. Sprouting from her shoulderblades are two wings, fleshy-pink and blue, simply unnatural look to them that reminded you of thin see-through rubber. Five tendrils... a familiar trail, hang from the end of this... 'mamono's' wings? If he inspects the trail he used to get here... it would match.

Another perhaps disturbing sight, is that of the dozen or so thin purple-blue tentacles coming out of her upper and mid back portion. They sway randomly in the breeze and twitch like they're a creature of their own. From what you can guess, her hair is blonde and skin color is a healthy peach for a humanoid... if you even know what that means, it looks it.

She doesn't appear to notice him as she stands up with a hand to her chin and something ticks you off about this, but it's familiar... in a way.

This being isn't producing a smell of anykind.