BAD INTENTIONS -- disappearance

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Something was wrong. That much was obvious. Ophelia didn't have any fancy powers to tell her exactly what had happened or to help track down the cause, but she was aware that splattered blood and the smell of an outsider wasn't good. Face contorted in concern, brows drawn together, she sniffed the ground softly before lifting her head and looking around. She had no idea where the cause could have gone, nor how this had been missed by any of the others. They were normally so quick to respond to these kinds of things; she was normally so quick to respond. What happened?

"Someone is hurt." she called out, hoping that others would arrive soon, others with the ability to figure out what happened so they could fix it. She would charge off by herself if no one else would follow whatever leads they could find together. There was no way they could just let this go.