Of Crows and Cameras
@showmedeath
She tapped her cane upon the ground as she walked, keeping alert for any signs of remaining beasts. The hunters had cleared this place hours ago, leaving behind all sorts of messes. Most of the corpses had been cut to ribbons, leaving nothing valuable for study.
The smell of rot was powerful and she regretted that her blindfold cap did little to keep scents at bay. Her cane tapped something visceral, something more solid than the squelching gore beneath her feet. Lifting her cap she found a scourge beast, but it was miraculously intact. Usually the larger the beast, the less salvageable it was. For the hunters fought harder for their lives.
Tightening the laces on her surgical gloves she grabbed the monster’s front paws and began dragging it toward an alley. Sometimes she managed to bring the whole beast back to her clinic, but most of the time she could only salvage bones, or whatever organs remained. Without help these days, that’s usually how it went...
She set to work in the mists and shadows of the alley, the crows taking interest as they always had. But something was...different. She was not alone.
Grabbing her cane, she tensed, ready to spring to action. “Who lurks beyond? Are you a man, or a beast?” She demanded.