// A Common Enemy // Closed RP //
Another week away from 'home' another week hunting. The clave was truly lucky to have hunters like her, dedicated with no worry for their own life. She had nothing tying her to the institute. Her sister could surely manage to raise her son just fine. He preferred Vanessa to his real mother anyway, she was sure of it. She could hardly blame him.
She was currently in America, following a rogue werewolf. Her sister had fought her tooth and claw over this. Vanessa had too much of a soft spot for them, going so far as to adopt two. She was currently in a mundane bar, asking around about the man. Her marks peeked out over the top of her shirt, though she'd tried to keep them below the neckline and above the sleeves of her hard leather jacket. Mundanes seemed to think it strange to see a woman with tattoos. She walked towards the bar confidently. "Excuse me. I'm looking for someone", she said, tapping a man on the shoulder.
