#trueknotsleader

Head tilted, a moment spent in silence, Natasha tries to read the other, just for a moment before scolding herself. No, it was rude to do so without permission ---  even if sometimes she couldn’t help it. Instead, Natasha offered a smile, kind eyes looking at the other woman. “That’s a nice hat. It suits you well! It’s not part of a costume, is it?”

“If you’re looking for telepaths in this town, you won’t find any. Greendale is filled with witches, not psychics”

      “This child is mine.” Words are low, sharp as the expression as she stands with the little one behind her. Helen? Only played in her innocence, unaware of that which approached. And it is with that approach that the air turns stale. “My child.”

“Do you need a room? There’s one more left, it’s yours if you want it.”

For a moment, Lorraine feels dizzy, hand reaching out to grip the chair to steady herself. She felt a wave of something she can’t name, yet she knew it made her uncomfortable. “Whatever is going on here, it is strong.” And she is more than sure it has something to do with the other woman.

It didn't take much to lure her to a crime scene, especially not one as extensive as this. The heavy odour of blood actually melted against the back of her throat, just as tantalizing as the sweetest of chocolate. It was a sensation she both adored and abhorred in equal measure, fighting against what her mind promised was untold delight.

The fact that the sun was just beginning to set certainly did not help. With the dark came peace, the sort that made her feel alive, alive and hungry. Even if she was not willing to give in her shadows snuck out, almost imperceptible tendrils of darkness dipping into pools of blood, lapping at them like some famished beast.

Ignorant of her own desecration of the corpses Kara instead focused on a figure crouching in front of one of the almost-dead, eyes seeming to glow with strange illumination.

It seemed as if there was something going on, a phenomenon she had never witnessed before. The sharp cries of pain from someone who's wounds were being proded were routine, but the details of the scene was not something she could relate to any being she had hunted before. It took her a moment of observation before she actually made her presence known, oddly accented voice lacking any sort of fear.

"Would this be your doing, or are you simply capitalizing on these individuals' misfortune?"