A heavy moon hangs in the sky. Cold air rushes through the discolored leaves, pushing those having fallen away. They swirl higher and higher into the sky. Even despite the crumbling leaves and browned grass. Feet carry her along softly, only ever the faintest crack of the world beneath her. A routine patrol wasn't without much without at least one encounter. The energy radiating in the deeper part of the woods is impossible to ignore. The calling of a demon, but— there is no smell of iron and decay. Nothing fresh anyways. Her attack is for naught, only ending up on the other side of the clearing where she stood. Violet eyes shift to glance back, a soft smile crossing over her face as she turns heel to face her. A sword still poised at her side, carefully ready to strike again.
' Ah— That wasn't suppose to miss~ You're awfully fast. '
for @brdcge's akaza!












