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[b][color=DarkOrange]Amaterasu: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=DarkOrange]///////////[/color]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (11/80)
[b][color=DarkOrange]Location:[/color][/b] Curien Mansion
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Amaterasu’s ears twitched as she heard Harry’s muttered comment about maybe messing up with the noise making. If only, she thought, he’d practiced some self awareness before announcing their position.

Still, she was quite sure she could handle whatever came their way, or could move fast enough to let Stine handle it again, and so went back to sniffing for clues. 

She nearly instantly regretted it.

The wolf scrunched up her nose at the onslaught of scents (undeath was never a pleasant one, but at least she’d been expecting it) and then toughed it out and got to sorting through the mess of smells for anything useful. 

Animals, quite a lot of different kinds, were what she first picked out, which implied that the manor was abandoned more than the undead did. Some fiend could be responsible for those, after all, but if they were, they hadn't had the forethought to reanimate a zombie cat to hunt little creatures reclaiming the land from civilization, or a zombie maid to clean up the intense amount of bug smell.

Then again, maybe it was just a very big bug responsible for that, and it had eaten all the reanimated cats and servants the homeowner had thrown at the problem.

Served them right if so.

Other than nature, there were a lot of strange scents she had no idea what they were, which was pretty common. None of it smelled pure however, be it spiritually or physically… which was also sadly pretty common.

It was a miracle that she even found any person smell under all of this, but divine as she was this was entirely expected. She traced it up the stairs, then back down and over to the right. As she was about to set them off that way in pursuit of her clue, mainly by just going there and letting the others follow her, her ears twitched again as there came a pattering of feet coming from the left hand door, exactly opposite where she was now sniffing around.

She pivoted, hunching down into a combat posture, only to be confused as the sound of footsteps revealed itself to seemingly have no source, even as it went through the door and started coming down the stairs. That even she could not see anything was most bemusing, and she thought it might be an illusion of sorts, but it turned out there was definitely something there which promptly grabbed Harry and started to make a run for it with him in tow.

Invisible to the others, a divine bead flicked fourth at the goddess’s will, one which sailed clean through where the unseeable creature should have been, and then slammed into the opposite wall, fully cementing that whatever this thing was, it was untouchable.

It was also getting away.

The goddess took one glance behind her at the door her carefully sniffed out lead was leading through, mentally sighed, and then bolted after the humans to join their attempt to catch up with Harry.

He was, at least, not that hard to track, and between him yelling and his ‘distinctive’ scent she perfectly traced the path of his kidnapper.

The wolf caught up with and then overtook the other two pursuers with ease, but having to pause at intersections to check where Harry had gone prevented her from getting up anywhere close to her supernatural fast top speed. 

One casual plank pattering later, and she burst into the kitchen, barely registering the frog with the knife till the last moment. It was, frankly, just too absurd. Animals were innocent beings, and entirely capable of seeing her godhood unlike the mortals who needed to believe to do so, so that one would try and strike her, and with a knife of all things, took her entirely off guard.

Still, she reacted to avoid the blow on instinct nonetheless, though it was a close thing. The wolf leaped to the side as it came at her, pausing time briefly to draw her own slash across its incoming knife, deflecting the blow just enough that her dodge could complete and she could get up on top of the counter.

Goblets spilled off of it as she kept on moving, bursting out the door. There she paused briefly to sniff the air, before following the trail without a thought about how those trying to do the same were faring.

She continued on, past hallways blockaded by oversized spiderwebs home to equally [url=https://i.imgur.com/92RY02r.png]oversized spiders[/url], which suggested the existence of similarly oversized insects on which they predated. Those hypothetical large flies could have been the source of that smell she’d smelled earlier, she thought, as she continued on. It was only after she’d raced past that she considered that maybe these beasts too would be aggressive to one such as her, foolish as that would be.

A problem for later.

For now, she continued on through a path that was fortunately free of any slowing webs, for if there had been any Harry would have been dragged through them and cleared the way, and finally caught up to the man.

Rather than finding him in any danger however, she found the man stuffing his pockets with valuables. Now she wasn’t exactly above this sort of thing, she’d gathered treasure from the ruins of the deadzone for the sake of making charitable donations (to both the needy and to her own stomach) but this really was not the time for that in her opinion.

She paused at the harry-shaped entrance to the room to gawk at him for a moment, before sneaking in close and  barking at him to announce her presence in a way she very much intended to spook him. Then she glanced back to give something close to a ‘can you believe this guy’ kind of look to the others, only to find/recall that they had been left in her wake.

That was something of a blunder on her part, but she was fairly sure that they'd be able to handle themselves better than Harry, even with his earlier surprise performance, so at least there was that.

To resolve this issue, she’d get Harry moving out into the hall door via head shove, before brushing her tail against the much larger treasures he wasn’t able to carry inorder to store them in her divine armory. It was fine that she was doing this, unlike him she was much faster at it and wasn’t going to be weighted down, and she was only doing it discreetly so she didn’t have to deal with questions such as ‘“where’d that entire grandfather clock go?” rather than because she might feel ashamed of her two faced-ness regarding her judging of him on doing this exact same thing. 

Then she joined Harry out in the hall, and did her best to try and divine where the others might be. To do so she raised her snout up to try and catch a whiff of them, while her ears perked and listened for shouts or the clank of the metal found on and in their lost companions. If that failed, well, there was always their own scents to work backwards along towards where Kit might be waiting.