“Sense that nothing... is nearby?” she repeated slowly. She reached out again, fumbling with her newfound awareness - it was a bit like learning how to understand what a sound or a musical note meant when hearing it for the first time. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t - she froze, her eyes widening. No, there<i>was</i>something there. Its approach gave a kind of pressure to air that threatened to take her breath away. “Vergil, it’s -”<br/><br/>Luna was cut off by<i>something</i>leaping down into the alley from the roofs. She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could and whirled to face it, trying to keep her fear hidden behind a thin mask of calm. The creature was a large, dark-furred canine wearing a savage grin - apparently the Norse<i>warg</i>weren’t made up after all. Though a bit shaken, she managed to stay calm - at least, until she noticed the bright red remember of its intentions for her emerging from its sheath. She shivered, her mask shattering as she had a brief image of it mounting her from behind.<br/><br/>“Oh god,” she breathed. “Stay back!” She held out her hands in a poor attempt to appear at least a bit threatening.<i>Just think, Luna... if it doesn’t want to eat you, at least it probably won’t bite... and it can’t, uh, drain you if it can’t get into your pants. So it’ll be fine! Right?</i>She bit her lip.<i>Then again, it wouldn’t be a very good demon if it didn’t have some way of getting to its... goal.</i><br/><br/>What she needed was some kind of... spell. That she had no idea how to use.<i>Great.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>