It was the day after her intrusion into the Dome Of The Rock to retrieve the Shaytan's shattered blade. and as if it sensed her sin, the Israeli sun seemed to beat down upon her in full. She trekked the sandy City Of Jerusalem in casual clothing, and upon her back was a case that resembled a keyboard case, in which she held her own Blades Of Kagtsuchi along with the ruined sword. She just left the room she broke into for shelter, to gather her mind and spirit, she was ready to continue her pursuit for the arcane cult, the League Of Shadows.
The Okami Mask, shifting in form to seem as if it were inconspicuous sunglass, albeit a bit large, sniffed out the trail, which snaked through the busy limestone streets, and out of her view. And so, she paced. There were odd glares at her oversized black sweater, and baggy pants, used to hide her usual attire underneath, and while she had no issues with the added heat, she the perspiration of her flesh seemed to disagree.
''You're better than this' She had told her body. Whenever she felt the need to sit and relax, she reminded her body of its superiority to others. That it shouldn't need what others needed, and it could last longer without any signs of her weakness showing. And, as usual, it listened. Passing the scene of her crime, she noticed they were conducting a search for what had happened. Even several imam were summoned to bless the grounds where the 'demon wolf' had emerged.
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She had walked for hours, the trail extending far outwards into the limestone structures that was the Israeli desert. Surrounded by nothing but the cliffs and mountains of the desert, The Wolf In Human Skin, continued to push silently. Until the sound of a group of hooves were heard far behind her. "Loss ma'am?" A man called out to her in Hebrew, she turned around to find a small caravan of camels, around six, and a truck, a kind of pickup, driving besides her. The men had their skin marked with experience with the sun, tanned to a golden brown and with beards that ranged from jet black goatees to peppered and long.
"Yes." The lie was basic, she wasn't exactly skilled with social espionage, but it seemed to have satisfied the man in the truck.
"Well, hope in, surely the A/C can do you some good. I'd prefer you not become food for the wildlife out here. The Sun is something intense." She didn't hesitate with the offer, climbing into the empty passenger seat. The black leather interior scathed her exposed skin, but she said nothing, placing the case behind her. "You can put that in the truck you kno-"
"No." Cutting the man off. "Drive and I'll tell you the directions."
An odd look was passed her way, but the man pressed the gas pedal, and the vehicle kicked into acceleration, prompting Kokoro to grip onto the handle attached to the ceiling. The drive took a while, having to lead her turn down the man's attempts at small talk, but eventually the trail ended at an abandoned cathedral, "Drop me off here." She demanded. And before the truck stopped, she had already leapt out the door. "Manner isn't something they teach in America?" She didn't bother correcting him, and continued to follow the trail, into the church ahead.
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