Hunted 

             With the raid put behind them, and the ROSE having rendered the so-called ‘Maiden’ weak and U S E L E S S at the kingdom, it was only right that she had been sent out to do H E R bidding. The city of Vale trembled as Grimm wandered the streets, HUNTSMAN and HUNTRESSES scouring the alleys, ducking from home to home, all in vain as they tried their damnedest to put the city back together.

                           To RETURN IT to it’s former glory.

                                        Oh how PATHETIC it all was to her.

             A scoff as a cry catches her attention as she walks, but not even a FINGER is lifted in help as the Beowolves set upon a poor citizen whom had stumbled into the ruined city, golden hues scanning over the scene in disgust as the poor soul was torn LIMB from LIMB without a second of hesitation, scarlet tincture staining concrete as the life drained from eyes; just another MEAL for the beasts. 

                           …THIS isn’t right

                                        …THIS isn’t how the world should be.

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                           With thoughts echoing through her very mind, she can only sigh quietly as she shook her head at the calamity, continuing on with her assignment. It had only been…what now? Perhaps two days? Maybe three? The time was lost on her, the distance having to been traveled from the CASTLE to the city lost upon the FAILURE as she napped lazily away in the bulkhead, until finally she had been roused by being literally KICKED from the transport and fell back down to the ruins.

                                        A RUDE awakening for sure.

             And now, here she was, tracking what was once an old COMRADE in order to bring her back to her Mistress’ feet, to be ROPED BACK INTO the chaos that was to ensue upon the world even more so after such a vicious display of power, of RUTHLESSNESS, had been demonstrated upon the poor souls of Vale. She had never really LIKED Roman Torchwick…nor Neopolitan in the slightest. But a deserter was to not be taken lightly; they were to be DRAGGED back — there was no GETTING AWAY from HER sight.

                           Teeth grit as the rain poured down around her, drenching through her torn clothing as the bandages around her left arm grew cold, sending a shiver throughout her whole body — following the other’s AURA as she walked through the wreckage of the crashed ship her PARTNER had fallen in. Though the ship was DAMAGED beyond repair, multiple rooms still were usable, and many supplies were still around to be scavenged; a good first pick to try and find her PREY…and also perhaps her luckiest guess.

                            ❝ …So THIS is where you’ve been hiding?

                                        Not exactly HIDDEN really, are you, Brat? ❞

@neopolis 

A LONELY RED

INDIE VELVET CROWE
From Tales of Berseria

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Tracking: Daemcnic

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