Snippet #2709439

"Darling, you and I both know, men just don't do it for me." she joked and took a blood sample, knowing it was needed. The woman looked over the fragments and frowned. "It does look pretty standard hunter fare for weres." She admitted, looking the runes over. "Runes aren't my specialty, so we'll have to look those up, but I'm willing to bet it's gilded in silver." Most were hunting bullets were.

She grinned to her partner, more amused than not. "And to clarify, I hunted demons, not weres. If I wouldn't get into trouble for it, I would still hunt demons. They give the best fights." and by a quirk of her possession, Molly was more than a little demon now herself, magically at least. She had the same desire for fighting at least, and it was a lifetime of training and practice that kept those instincts under control.