the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine Luckily Isla has no need to hold her breath, but it looks that way regardless as she watches the ghostly, ragged creature drift by. Her screams and cries are as mournful as they are terrifying, and were it not for the fact that she’s right fucking there, Isla wouldn’t be surprised if people ran out to see if she was alright. She’s more than alright though, and the Remedy watches the banshee stride away from the marketplace with a disbelieving shake of her head. ”From my reading, I think they are mostly solitary,” she says, still whispering even though there’s slow movement from outside again now, signs of life as traders emerge and shoppers gather in clusters to gossip about the occurrence. ”Which is good, because I can’t imagine a group of those things.” Letting her shoulders relax and straightening up from where she’s been hunkering down beside Sunjata, Isla offers him a small smile. ”Sorry, what were you saying?” she asks.