As Delphine peered through the gloom, she felt a distinct thrill of unease - The silence was eerie, positively<em>uncanny</em>. She'd have felt her hackles rise, if her form was more bestial...As it was, she merely sniffed the air as she peered through the gloom.<br/><br/>A melange of scents. Dirt, fabric, water - Something coppery...<em>Blood</em>. Even in the half-light, Delphine could see the tiny splashes of gore that marked the alleys, unmistakable now: there was no doubt that someone - or<em>something</em>- had been badly wounded, here. Wounded until death, perhaps...? It was hard to tell.<br/><br/>Her pupils dilated, the violet glow in them not entirely natural - her world seemingly lighting up with a fitful, surreal glow! Delphine tuned out the faint mutters and uneasy shifting of her companions, and saw...<br/><br/>There.<em>Things,</em>moving in the shadows...their features impossible to discern in the poor light, though Delphine felt a distinctive prickle of predatory instinct: They didn't mean well.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Die Rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Perception:</strong><br/>Roll(1d20)+6:<br/>16,+6<br/>Total:22<br/><br/><strong>Survival:</strong><br/>Roll(1d20)+0:<br/>7,+0<br/>Total:7</div></div><br/>"Blood," Delphine husked, her voice low - Almost a growl. "I smell blood. I can<em>see</em>it - *There*, in the alleys...splashes of it. Like someone - Or<em>something</em>- was hurt or killed." She didn't point, merely tipped her head in their direction...Her slim shoulders hunching, her teeth bared as slim fingers curled into claws.<br/><br/>"There are...<em>things</em>in the shadows, Master. I think..."<br/><br/>A deep breath, Delphine resisting the urge to summon her crackling talons!<br/><br/>"-I think they're *watching* us," the gorgeous Eidolon said. "I can<em>feel</em>them watching us..."<br/>