[h1][color=sienna]Ursula Elwyn[/color][/h1]
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The streets wound and turned in familiar patterns as Ursula padded along with Malcolm, feeling the texture of the ground beneath her feet. The rolling wisps of dirt and dust brushed across her skin, like moons orbiting her form as they slingshotted themselves to the ground behind her, attraction too weak to keep up as she ran. She skid to a halt as Malcolm did, scanning their surroundings for Denizens or uglier presences. Rooftops, alleyways, streets and windows in the local area were, for all that she could see, clear and safe. No sign of any baddies or the goatman, so at least the area was safe.

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[@Empour]
Relatively safe, that is. The moment the sight of the ravaged, charred Aggressor corpse hit her, Ursula felt her stomach move once again. [b]"Oh sweet christ, what the fuck happened?"[/b] She spoke through her hand, her other hand at her stomach. She coughed from her throat, but managed to keep her lid on this time. With a panicked look to Malcolm and then to the bodies, she spoke in a harsh whisper, [b]"It looks like a pack -- a battalion of bears came through here!"[/b] Her eyes lingered on the wounds for a moment and took in shredded skin and frayed sinew, unable to look away as she pondered rapidly. It was as if they had just been pulled from the body, right off the bone! She had never actually seen Denizens eating, so maybe this is truly how they found sustenance?

Finally managing to work up the resolve to look away, she closed her eyes and gripped at her stomach to calm its burbles of protest. Her skin was crawling and it was a few seconds before she could bring her eyes from the ground up to the crackling figure before them. Having being introduced, she waved silently, fearing to open her mouth immediately should more than words come flying out again. Her steadfast silence didn't last long as she witnessed the large reptilian creature that she arrived with. Holding an arm in one hand and knocking at a nearby door like he was trying to borrow some sugar. She let loose a short squeak, surprise dismissing her sickness. [b]"I don't- I mean what is... what?"[/b]