"would he be offended if i said no?" blushing awkwardly, she's missed the presence of someone being so close to her, but feels as if there is a familiarity to Grimm that put her at ease, even now as the thieef walked ahead of the dangerous borders.

Grimm smiled and waved off the Stallion who trotted back into the woods "he'll be fine" he turned his attention to the group there unofficial leader "let's go" he said suddenly getting a serious look the horses turned as one and started into the forest

Tallia smiled as she made more handkerchief flowers, all four sorta sappy from the fruits purple juices, but they were very pretty, she looked about the ground like she's looking for something, she brightens and brings up some dirt, forming it into a flowered vine crown with the handkerchief flowers on it.

Grimm smiled as he watched her making flowers "you are very talented" he whispered in her ear this girl interested him

Miles rolls his eyes. He urges the horse forward. "What's different about this horse? I mean it looks the same as a normal horse."

Ragnar worked his way forward. Every few steps he would pick up some of the deadened soil and hold it up to his nose. *it was here* he said to himself. Whoever or whatever this creature was he had no plans for whether it lived or died. All he cared about was that treasure. A dagger suddenly appeared in his hands as he got further into the forest. He could practically feel the death in this place. The whole forest reeked of it.

As the group walks deeper into the forest the stench of death chokes the air and dead revolutionist bodies are scattered throughout the trees. The group can tell that their wounds are very similar to the man who stumbled into town, then, in the center of the carnage is the dead body of a huge beast. The beast appears to have the body of a massive lion, the tail of a scorpion, scorpion like pincers sprouting from it's back and the face of a human boy, twisted in pain and rage from the gunshot wound that killed it. Standing over the beast is someone in a large, brown, hooded cloak the has been muddied and ripped with wear, the sobs of a woman in grief comes from the cloak as the someone lays on the flank of the beast. Past the weeping woman in the cloak and the dead creature is a caravan toppled on its side and the remains of a ruined campfire.



((Esstella, your Grimm recognizes the beast and the soldiers, he doesn't know who the woman is (he has a pretty good idea that she is who they're looking for) but he knows that she is a mutant, the rest of your characters do not. It wasn't just her that was ripping apart your forest, it was a band of revolutionists of which she was a member)) ((also, the character sheet said that Raven was a revolutionist so if you wanted him to join in here feel free))

Miles jumps when he sees the beast, his fear growing with every passing second he looks at its face. He was afraid to move, to even breath yet some part of him wished to stay and fight. He swallows his fear, the task itself taking quiet sometime. He looks back at the others not sure how to handle the situation.

(Question can we have pets? More than one since I wish to keep the horse.)

Tallia blushed at the whispers, she falls off the horse when the beast appears, shouting as she's nearly trampled by the stallion she was on. The stallion was spooked and terrified, Tallias lucky she wasn't wounded, she tries to get to her feet, but her head bumps the chin of the beast, she freezes in terror.

Grimm watched Talia start to fall but didn't know why he grabbed her hand to soften the blow his horse stood calmly staring at the beast with sad eyes Grimm put Talia back on the stallion "keep her safe he said to the great beast before taking to the air with his massive wings he flew to the great beast that was laying on the ground his head hung in sadness as he put a hand on the beast child he seemed alive but just barely he turned to the woman ready to take flight if needed he was no fool to be tricked "who did this " he asked wings raised making him look huge and menacing