[The initial sounds that broke the stillness of the veil had been what had drawn Baptiste’s initial attention. One purposeful, muted step forward after another; each step is a heel-to-toe measure that disrupts the clinging of mist that hovers over the ground. It’s in advances like this that Baptiste is always the most aware of the heart that hammers the blood through his veins. Its beat thrums in strained ears as he listens for anything that could give him an advantage.
It isn’t his ears that reveal Kiritsubo’s form to him though. Instead, his eyes catch the fluttering dispersal of mist as an inhuman form comes into view. Its pale body sits as an ethereal epicenter of the moon’s embrace. The twitching of ears, the flick of a tail….
There is nothing human left here. A shifted werewolf perhaps? A fox? Baptiste’s heel digs into the ground, his weight shifting in preparation to dodge. Though his hands come up as if the reveal of empty palms could soothe the snarl of the creature.]
I’m here to help, you know–
[Baptiste can’t help the laugh that is caught in this sentiment. It’s preposterous because it’s true. This monster hunter isn’t here to kill - which he’s quickly beginning to realize may only make this more difficult than not.]
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It isn’t his ears that reveal Kiritsubo’s form to him though. Instead, his eyes catch the fluttering dispersal of mist as an inhuman form comes into view. Its pale body sits as an ethereal epicenter of the moon’s embrace. The twitching of ears, the flick of a tail….
There is nothing human left here. A shifted werewolf perhaps? A fox? Baptiste’s heel digs into the ground, his weight shifting in preparation to dodge. Though his hands come up as if the reveal of empty palms could soothe the snarl of the creature.]
I’m here to help, you know–
[Baptiste can’t help the laugh that is caught in this sentiment. It’s preposterous because it’s true. This monster hunter isn’t here to kill - which he’s quickly beginning to realize may only make this more difficult than not.]