Pride&Perfection
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Lyric Grace De Caste - Werewolf
"Chief? Huh." She muttered, only half listening. "A gun store?" Her eyes lit up. Finally something worth driving to. They'd need to fuel up the truck before they headed out, plus she had something she needed to do.
"M'kay. Get some sleep, but try not to bleed on the backseat."
Lyric closed the door. Ven hadn't slept in god knows how long. The girl needed to rest if they were going to leave tonight. But before they left she needed to check something out. It was a scent. She'd smelled it earlier when Jax had been shot, and it was there now. The scent was feline...or at least partly. Her gut told her that something wasn't right about doing this alone, but she knew that she could handle herself. Being an agent kinda prepares you for anything. Her steps were careful, pinpointed directly as to keep herself silent. The scent was growing stronger. It seemed to lead into one of the buildings up ahead. "WALKERS MUSEUM." The name didn't ring a bell.
Despite the growing sense that she was being watched, Lyric made her way into the large architecture, eyeing the shadows cautiously. Her hand slipped down to her right boot and she puled the knife out from where it sat. The black handled dagger rested easily in her hand, ready to be used if necessary. A bloody stench drifted through the building, making her scrunch up her nose. Someone had been here, recently. That smell was fresh.
Her body tensed in the apprehension of a fight. Zombies? No she would have smelled them already. It was the cat. Or half cat. Whatever it was, this creature wasn't human. Lyric followed the feline scent up the stairs, prepared for anything.
@Chelsea Griffin
"Chief? Huh." She muttered, only half listening. "A gun store?" Her eyes lit up. Finally something worth driving to. They'd need to fuel up the truck before they headed out, plus she had something she needed to do.
"M'kay. Get some sleep, but try not to bleed on the backseat."
Lyric closed the door. Ven hadn't slept in god knows how long. The girl needed to rest if they were going to leave tonight. But before they left she needed to check something out. It was a scent. She'd smelled it earlier when Jax had been shot, and it was there now. The scent was feline...or at least partly. Her gut told her that something wasn't right about doing this alone, but she knew that she could handle herself. Being an agent kinda prepares you for anything. Her steps were careful, pinpointed directly as to keep herself silent. The scent was growing stronger. It seemed to lead into one of the buildings up ahead. "WALKERS MUSEUM." The name didn't ring a bell.
Despite the growing sense that she was being watched, Lyric made her way into the large architecture, eyeing the shadows cautiously. Her hand slipped down to her right boot and she puled the knife out from where it sat. The black handled dagger rested easily in her hand, ready to be used if necessary. A bloody stench drifted through the building, making her scrunch up her nose. Someone had been here, recently. That smell was fresh.
Her body tensed in the apprehension of a fight. Zombies? No she would have smelled them already. It was the cat. Or half cat. Whatever it was, this creature wasn't human. Lyric followed the feline scent up the stairs, prepared for anything.
@Chelsea Griffin