Kara walked through the streets of Rome, tonight they seemed almost desolate. Totally understandable given the strange light that had exploded though the night and vanished just a quickly. She could hear people cowering in the homes silently. Kara knew what she would be thinking if she was human:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Is this an invasion?</span><br/><br/>But she felt something far more sinister at work here. She had seen invasions before; this was not one of them. This was something darker, the precursor to the end of all things.<br/><br/>And she found herself walking towards the source of what she thought could be the end. Intelligence was something she appeared be lacking, but she was drawn towards that light. Why? Not a single clue. But she needed to get there. Like yesterday.<br/><br/>Trotting along next to her was Kuro, her large black hellhound with a single red steak down his back declaring what he was to those who were well informed. Sheâ€™d managed to smuggle him through customs one way or another with fake papers or bribes. Kara never went anywhere without Kuro, the hellhound was the only connection she had to her past. The only way she could remember her mother or father. Kuro had been her fathers trusted familiar, never leaving the manâ€™s side in any situation. Thatâ€™s how Kara knew they were dead. Kuro would never, ever leave her father without direct orders. So he was either dead or hiding from Kara. There was no reason to hideâ€¦ so he was dead.<br/><br/>Shaking her head from such thoughts she absently stroked Kuros fur. The hellhound stared ahead as and his eyes found the man before Karaâ€™s did. He was standing with what appeared to be a dog in the middle of the street. Kuro tensed and picked up his pace slightly, going ahead of Kara to meet any danger head on. She wondered if it was too late to retreat into one of the nearby alleys and take off into the night. Looking around she found it was, the street was empty and by now he surely must have heard her presence. Her hand flicked towards the warded sword at her waist none could see it unless they were like her.... she hoped with whatever strangeness was going on perhaps the runes were void no, and in that case things could get problematic very fast.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wellâ€¦. Looks like thereâ€™s no avoiding it.</span>she thought sighing before calling out.<br/>â€œHey! Do you know whatâ€™s going on here?!â€ Trying to play on a somewhat innocent appearance.