As the rain ceased to fall heavy on her shoulders, Amira could sense something was not quite right. The birds that once quietly roosted in the twisted oak trees were now circling the sky; their mournful, banshee cries resonating through the very hollows of her bones. [color=9e0b0f]"Shit..."[/color] Amira knew she wasn't safe here. If she was to survive, she would have to leave, but the thought of not knowing what was going on plagued her, like the devil tapping playfully on her shoulder. [color=9e0b0f]"Dammit."[/color] She'd curse. Seeing no other option than to soothe her aching curiosity, Amira would turn in the direction of the commotion. Something she knew she would greatly regret later.

As Amira trekked further through the tall, weeping grass, she could vaguely make out a small group of figures stationed beside a parked wagon. [i]One... Two… Three…[/i] In her head, she'd count the number of people. There were at least five of them visible, but it wasn't them she was so worried about. It was four she couldn't see that troubled her. Why was she doing this again? She wondered. Shaking her head, she knew there was no backing out of the task ahead. If she was to survive she would have to fight. 

Sensing a large, ominous figure behind her, she’d swiftly turn to face the creature head on; her once smooth skin crackling as a crocodilian-like armor would envelop her form. [color=9e0b0f]"Vampire vermin."[/color] She'd hiss, slamming her clawed nails into the bloodsucking creatures temples. The vampire would writhe under the pressure of her grip, swiping its elongated talons in an attempt to gouge at her throat. Amira would somehow dodge this with a slight falter, stepping backwards into the forest clearing. This was dangerous.