<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Distracted  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"What have you heard about Cape Merrin? I might be able to shed some light on it." </strong><br/><br/>Delilah was about to speak up when the news broadcast came on, provoking a mirthless laugh.  "Fuck, now if that ain't<em>some</em>timing."  She turned to him, tapping a finger on the bar and letting her chains jangle.  "These killin's.  What's yer take on 'em?  Some sick nutter with a thing fer cave decoration?"<br/><br/>Her first instinct had been shifters.  Then again, her first instinct was<em>always</em>shifters.  There were plenty of disgusting monstrosities prowling around in the dark places of the world, but when it came to those silver-eyed skin-walkers she had the most debilitating case of tunnel vision.  This time, however, she was reminded of something else.<br/><br/>"Figure it might be more than one sack o' shit.  I seen somethin' similar to this up in Rhode Island once.  Some kinda cult up in Providence, catchin' animals 'n leavin' 'em on display.  I remember seein' one o' the scenes in person.  Was a swan, y'know.  A big god damn beautiful swan, skin ripped clean off its skull and body laid up against an ugly stone.  Wings spread wide, you woulda sworn an angel had fallen to Earth.  Fuckin' twisted up the heart just ta look at it."<br/><br/>She turned back to Michael, shaking her head at the unpleasant memory.  "Gotta wonder sometimes what they think all that killin' will bring about.  Fuckin' pagans 'n satan worshippers."