[As with most castle shenanigans, Maladict hasn't really concerned herself with what's been going on. It's other people's problems, after all, why should she care about what happens to them.
But the sounds following Brock's message, the blood seeping into the pages, it's enough to make her pay attention. Much as she's loath to admit it, Brock means an awful lot to her, and she's racing off towards the cabin before the message of help begins to appear.
Vampire speed is a helpful thing, and she soon bursts through the doors. The scent of blood hits her first, her eyes beginning to glow before she does her best to push it back down. Now is NOT the time. She steps a little closer, taking in the carnage in front of her, well, at least he gave one hell of a fight. But these things...whatever they are have made a terrible mistake, because now they've made it personal.
She steps a little closer to Mol, just so the other woman can see she's here, not sure the best way to deal with this. Mal is about fighting and snarking, not comfort. The kid....well, what the hell was a kid even doing there?]
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But the sounds following Brock's message, the blood seeping into the pages, it's enough to make her pay attention. Much as she's loath to admit it, Brock means an awful lot to her, and she's racing off towards the cabin before the message of help begins to appear.
Vampire speed is a helpful thing, and she soon bursts through the doors. The scent of blood hits her first, her eyes beginning to glow before she does her best to push it back down. Now is NOT the time. She steps a little closer, taking in the carnage in front of her, well, at least he gave one hell of a fight. But these things...whatever they are have made a terrible mistake, because now they've made it personal.
She steps a little closer to Mol, just so the other woman can see she's here, not sure the best way to deal with this. Mal is about fighting and snarking, not comfort. The kid....well, what the hell was a kid even doing there?]