Tattered had been drawn to the forlorn fun park though he couldn't quite explain how. He now wandered about not caring about the rain or the ominous feel of the place, there was something here something that he was going to find. He saw a small stream of water seemingly vanishing into the ground and approached finding a hatch he forced the rusted hinges to work one last time as he lifted the heavy metal door. It made a sound like that of a dying animal being caught in the jaws of it's executioner. Inside the secret room was a fairly simple kitchen save for the smell of death and human bones scattered about. Leaving the room Tattered closed his eyes and focused on what he could hear.
Water on metal, water on wood, water on his on skin, water on... something else. He took off in the direction of the odd sound moving quickly quietly he closed the distance and their he saw it. It looked female, small, and unassuming, but the primal instincts in the back of his head told he otherwise. He took his time observing her, noting what stopped the rain, the blade at her side, and her movements. This place was one that even the rats would not infest and yet she is unphased by it. Finally he decided to begin testing her to see if she truly was everything he thought her to be.
Vanishing into the shadows, Tattered moved ahead of the girl and then stepped out in her path, about 100 yards away. A soaked figure wearing layers of torn and threadbare robes, with long matted hair and haunting green eyes that seemed less a humans and more like a beasts. He smiled, or what he called smiling, it was more akin to widely opening his mouth revealing rounded, pointed teeth. Then he dashed at her on all fours like a beast and would close the distance in 10 seconds. His eyes stayed firmly locked on what might soon be his prey.
Water on metal, water on wood, water on his on skin, water on... something else. He took off in the direction of the odd sound moving quickly quietly he closed the distance and their he saw it. It looked female, small, and unassuming, but the primal instincts in the back of his head told he otherwise. He took his time observing her, noting what stopped the rain, the blade at her side, and her movements. This place was one that even the rats would not infest and yet she is unphased by it. Finally he decided to begin testing her to see if she truly was everything he thought her to be.
Vanishing into the shadows, Tattered moved ahead of the girl and then stepped out in her path, about 100 yards away. A soaked figure wearing layers of torn and threadbare robes, with long matted hair and haunting green eyes that seemed less a humans and more like a beasts. He smiled, or what he called smiling, it was more akin to widely opening his mouth revealing rounded, pointed teeth. Then he dashed at her on all fours like a beast and would close the distance in 10 seconds. His eyes stayed firmly locked on what might soon be his prey.