<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Keeper Post</span><br/><hr/><em>Location: Somewhere in the Shasta-Trinity National Forest</em><br/><br/>Ashlee was quite right when she thought the girl before her looked feral. The woman had a fierceness about her and it was evidence by the effortless picking up of the branch and then tossing it aside as if it was a simple twig. Ashlee could see a nonchalance about her too, how she did things without breaking a sweat and straining her body in any way. The young-ish woman nodded with a smile when Ashlee put the pieces together.<br/><br/>Ashlee could also notice, that when the woman before her snapped her fingers and stopping time,  she could still hear the chirping of birds and the rustle of the wind against the trees. It would seem this freezing of time was more like the freezing of certain objects within a certain radius. The woman nodded at Ashlee's confirmation of this.<br/><br/>When the woman before her finally uttered words to speak, it was as if she knew what Ashlee was thinking of at the time. “You're different from them. You know this. I know so, for I can feel it. Such power comes great responsibility, as people say. I think you could help people, if you really wanted to,” she said. “I'm Sierra (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/things-patrick-likes/images/7/71/Raven_Reyes.png/revision/latest?cb=20160405050002) by the way.”<br/><br/>Sierra turned as if noticing something in the distance. If Ashlee turned to see what the woman was looking at, she'd find nothing but forest. When Ashlee turned back to face Sierra, the mysrerious woman would be gone. Kristine was no longer frozen and would just now be emerging fully from the tent. “Ash? What the heck was that sound?” she said.<br/><br/>In the far distance, sirens would be heard.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Hunters permitted to reply to this post:</em>Ashlee Roxxx