[right][h3][color=C1CCDC]Raine Provostus[/color][/h3][/right]
[color=gray]The streets of Yharnam aren't the most welcoming. Not like other cities, where persistent stall attendants shout at you insistently to buy their cheap wares, or where street urchins paw at your clothes with their filthy hands - no, it is much different in Yharnam. Yharnam's streets are silent. Uncomfortably so, many would say.

One would think any sound to fill that vacancy would be a welcomed one. But for the more humane residents of Yharnam, the toll of bells is a betokening declaration. A declaration of impending slaughter - and likely demise for many Yharnamites. This toll that echoes through the streets of Yharnam, reverberating off of the cold stone, declares the beginning of a foreboding phenomena in the secluded city - A Night of the Hunt.

The toll left the air still.

Raine Provostus let his cold eyes settle on the figure in front of him. A figure much more slender than he - or even the second hunter trekking even further ahead - one that donned white garments signifying her stature as a Blood Saint. [i]Adelicia[/i] was her name. With every other step the staff she kept at her side, which seemed to be supporting her weight, struck the stone on which they walked - the only sound that dared to shatter the silence. Aside from the occasional shrieks of beasts in the distance.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The bell's toll was something of a [i]dinner bell[/i] for his kind. It had been some time since he had heard its call - and the last time he had..

The voice of his fellow Hunter interrupted his wandering thoughts.

“It's not far now,” Victor informed the two. Raine eyed him as he turned toward them. He seemed to be looking for something in particular as their eyes met. The older Hunter's eyes looked somewhat frantic - but Raine doubted he felt any fear. He likely felt some sort of adrenaline coursing through him just at the thought of the night ahead of them.

Provostus remained silent as the other two made their exchange - he listened not only to them, but to everything around as well. He shouldered the gear that hung over the back of his heavy cloak closer to him, using his peripherals to scan the area around the trio. He knew all too well that the beast's favorite hobby was the hunt - and if they weren't careful, the hunters would become the hunted. One of his elongated hands wandered to the weapon at his hip, resting upon it. He stood close to the Blood Saint he was charged with escorting - as few as two yards, even, as he knew the effects a person such as her could have on beasts, just from her smell. In fact, Provostus could feel the draw of her blood himself.

He turned his gaze to his present company.

[color=C1CCDC]"It would be unwise for you to remain out in the open for much longer."[/color] he advised - his flat, calm tone permeating the air. The voice didn't have any sense of urgency to it. [color=C1CCDC]"If you value your welfare."[/color]
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[hr][center][color=C1CCDC][Victor, Adelicia][/color][/center]