[Quest] The Hunters and the Hunted.

[Demetri Malius]

The undead was started to take a liking the shady assassin, he seemed like he knew how to toy with his enemies and keep them just as close as his friends. The betrayal he spoke of made her wary of the possibility of it in the future, but if he did ever do that, she would rip his throat out. But for now, she would enjoy his company, after all, he didn't look half bad.

"Well then, hot stuff, see that little house over there, then one attached to the shitty farm? That's where we are headed, right to old bitch Hagwin or whatever, lived there for as long as I remember. Probably because she cant get her old ass off her front porch."

They trailed up the dusty dirty road that winded up the property. It was amazing one could even have a farm here with the  dead landscape and numerous diseases floating about. In her peripheral vision Gabriella could see a zombie entangled in a barbed wire fence, stuck as it softly tugged at the metal, groaning ever so low and hungrily. Some of the crops seemed wilted, with rotting fruit and vegetables, it was all a pretty disgusting sight to see. Clearly farming was not as a successful business over here as in other verses. Then again, neither was the Ashen probably. At least Gorons ate rocks.

Their steps kicked up little specs of dust as they came upon the small red house with faced paint and splintered wood, a low food over the entire establishment. Gabby could see an old woman rocking back and forth  on the porch, face grim with worry, watching the two strangers approach her. She wore a large straw hat with a few dull feathers sticking out of it, with long and large garments that covered most of her body. One might be fooled by thinking she could be an old frail woman with no way to defend herself, but Gabby had been around long enough to know any old bitch can have something up those giant ass sleeves of theirs. She's seen shotguns and all types of bullshit pulled out of their snatches and purses before.

"Hey, you old hag, heard you got some lycanthropy business that needs to get wiped up as bad as your own ass when you shit your diaper, any way we can get rid of it without getting too much shit on ourselves?"

Gabby kept her hand on her holster for her handgun, just in case this wasn't even a grandma, she had heard plenty of stories about grannies turning out to be giant fucking monsters of oblivion that devoured souls and shit. Not that she had one to give, but hey, she still had a sexy ass body to keep healthy.