The Hunt (( closed starter ))
The moon hung high in the sky, casting it pale light over the earth below. Not a living creature to be seen out in the darkness, nor taking in the evening air. And that was the key word there. 'Living'.
A rogue group of vampires, rather daft and crazed things, had come together. In some sort of blood cult. Bent on creating more of their twisted follows. and those that didn't join were turned into ghouls. Which was what was watching over the grounds of an old manor house. The walking corpses wandering around.
Darck of course, had tracked them to this location. Ripping her way through the reanimated dead as if they were paper. Gun shots ringing out across the grounds. Coming from the side... But, there was a different scent on the air... Not these tainted and rather stupid blood suckers, nor those rotted bodies. This was older, and more intimidating. Unsettling.
So, when she managed to reach the outer wall, she pressed her back against it, slipping along the surface. And next to the corner. Very slowly peeking around the edge. Casting her gaze around to take in the surroundings, trying to see if she could spot what was giving off that ominous aura.










