Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150609040541/@comment-25127382-20150610175700

Lavinia slowly crept into one of the empty houses. She was a bit nervous, so being out in the open did not feel good. As soon as she got inside, she holstered her machine pistol. She sat down on a chair and pulled her hood down. She just sat there for a few minutes, looking out through one of the windows.

She returned her gaze to the room that she was in. It seemed to be a bedroom, but the entire house was empty, devoid of life, or so she thought. She noticed something beneath the bed, a pair of nocturnal eyes glaring at her. As soon as she saw it, she drew her sword. She heard a growl, and it happened in a flash. The creature leapt at her, but she ducked low, and grapped it by the neck with her right (empty) hand, and stabbed it in the stomach, continuing to throw it to the ground. As she sheathed her sword, she took a final glance at the creature. It was a relatively small skeever, probably only a week or two old, nowhere near mature enough to pose an actual threat, not considering diseases it could be carrying.

Lavinia returned her gaze outside, relieved that she had not chosen to confront the skeever with a firearm. She was feeling slightly trigger-happy.