Unspoken words invading the lass' mind did not shy away the moment her senses captured the aura of a peculiar presence. He had given her quite the fright-- something she would be less inclined to confess. Nonetheless, it was Jezebel's body language that unveiled her disquietude.
Body lines ridged, the towering femme forced a blind gaze onto the other, her voice quaint. "Is it the Overseer that sent you...? Kindly refrain from implemting punishment... Know that I can not control the side of me that has spilled the blood of his men, yet he insists on... enticing it." Vaguely bold in defensive behavior, the lass knew not of whom she spoke to. Jezebel would undoubtedly discover this sooner rather than later.
Locals of a little town had become too terrified to leave their homes after dusk. Numerous missing persons leaving officials little choice but to set a curfew. Hoping it would aid in finding answers. All it did was cause more violent incidents. Homes broken into, people yanked right from their beds, yet none could identify the culprit. The closest one being a shapeless blur.
Hunters did more with less. Folks coming to aid the situation only to end up added to the list themselves. Donatella had been desperately called by a contact with nowhere else to turn. Her brother had been taken. If there was one thing Dona couldn't stomach was leaving one of their own behind. It was time to get to work. Who knows what could be happening to him.
One of the easiest places to get gossip was the town's diner according to her friend. Normally they would target bars but they'd long since closed their doors when this mess started. Not many people seemed to day drink around here. Mostly families and elders. Why were they a target?
It didn't make sense, there was no specific pattern to these attacks.
Sat at the end of the counter on a stool the italian hunter sat with a perplexed expression. Emeralds scanning the documents provided by her 'fellow officers'. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, at least in her case anyways. "Need a refill, officer?" A voice chimed earning her attention. Nodding with appreciation before leaning against the counter.
"So you're sure there's nothing else you could tell me, Darcy? No other odd happenings before things went belly up? Every little bit helps." At this pace that poor guy would be good as dead.