<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9813377#msg9813377)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>between the sheriff station to the Whateley Estate<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>observing Townsend, Dolores Whateley, doggy, CLOSED<br/><hr/>Lilah had always had nerve, maybe more nerve than she had a right too, but growing up like she did, nothing much intimidated her anymore. She didn't think of herself as particularly brave, it was more a matter of just knowing that bad things were going to happen or they weren't and getting in a panic about it wasn't going to change that. She was cautious, sure, but she managed to stay cool when the chips were down, some might say mature beyond her years in that respect, but the series of revelations she was about to witness would test her like she'd never been tested.<br/><br/>The way Townsend threw Dolores to the ground, watching the woman struggle to get back on her feet and noticing how frail she seemed to be, made Lilah start to wonder. It was something she hadn't considered before but it was a stretch to watch Delores Whateley in the street then imagine her cutting up all those folks to shreds. It didn't look like she could manage it physically. It wasn't hard after that to read Townsend's mind. He was spooked like somebody was walking over his grave and when Delores started calling for an imaginary pet in that singsong voice of her, it appeared he was about done with this whole business. Lilah's hand went to her piece as he went for his, she pulled the hammer back as he did the same, and knew she only a had a split second to decide. Common sense told her to let this play out as it would, none of it her concern really, but something about standing her and watching him shoot an unarmed woman didn't exactly sit with her either. She could shoot to wound, maybe get away before he saw her, which would be smarter than killing a lawmen and likely enough to keep him from killing her until somebody could get to the bottom of what was going on. She drew in a breath to steady her aim just as the world went mad.<br/><br/>The old drunk appeared and Lilah knew she couldn't take the shot. There was too much of a chance she might drill him and Townsend's gun going off pretty much ended her internal debate. It was hard to see the result but Lilah knew Townsend couldn't have missed at that range -- that man should have gone down but something entirely different was going on. That howl pierced right through and chilled her blood, and as Townsend's arm was being removed from his torso, she fell back against the wall of the building, stunned, and scared as she's ever been in her life. The gun in her hand felt useless. Townsend had shot it at point blank range and it wasn't even acting hurt and every bit of her was telling her to run but she stayed frozen in place, afraid of attracting its attention though her heart was pounding so hard she wouldn't be surprised if the beast could hear it. The writing was on the wall for Townsend -- that thing appeared to be answering to Delores Whateley who<em>was</em>the killer, just not in the way everybody thought, and there was a goddamned werewolf loose in Gomorra.<br/>