Possessions
@entropyaboveall
Sometimes she got restless on her free nights. The safe space that was her sparring gym would feel just a little claustrophobic. Frenetic energy would push her outside into the slowly warming nights, the vampire making her way to the edge of the woods. Occasionally she’d just stand there staring, but tonight she had a bag of knives with her. Target practice against the aged trunks of the forest’s edge was oddly satisfying, and sometimes if she lingered long enough an Echo or a Boggart would show up, curious about the noise. Moving targets were always more fun, and even if she didn’t hit anything, it was a nice way to release tension.
Thunk. Tonight she’d had nothing but bark. Her dagger glinted in the moonlight as she pulled it from the likely offended trunk of a birch. She’d been stuck in this town for two years now...two years and it felt like she was half asleep, half desiccated. It would all be worth it though, if this shit with August worked out. Deciding she was done with target practice, Ash wiped the blade off on her pants and turned, intending to call it a night and head home. Instead she froze, frame on alert at the sight of a figure beside her bag of weapons. Eyes narrowed, she was protective of her things.
“Sneaking up on folks is dangerous in this town,” she offered, taking a step towards the male. “Can I help you with something? I mean, I likely won’t, but you could ask.”