[Once the heat has died down some from what had happened in March... once the rains slow and the echoing wails fade... Mukuro goes on a hunt. A different kind than usual, though. There's no rage or violence in her heart, there's no hunger or guilt in her belly. She's looking for a specific person, but not to harm. She usually doesn't, unless it's in self-defense, and she doesn't think she needs to worry about that much. Or she hopes, at least.
Mukuro is a very deadly enemy to make, and she would rather not be that right now. He doesn't need any more.
So, she searches. She moves at a steady pace, nose at the ground and up scenting the wind. It can be harder to find a flying monster than others, but she's patient and focused. It may take several hours, but she's sure she'll catch the trail eventually, whether it's in the city's confusing mess of smells or the cool quiet of Dyster.]
april 9th, after sundown.
Mukuro is a very deadly enemy to make, and she would rather not be that right now. He doesn't need any more.
So, she searches. She moves at a steady pace, nose at the ground and up scenting the wind. It can be harder to find a flying monster than others, but she's patient and focused. It may take several hours, but she's sure she'll catch the trail eventually, whether it's in the city's confusing mess of smells or the cool quiet of Dyster.]