Ketsurui sighed to herself as she tended to a small fire, forged from wood she collected on her travels and some stray rocks to keep the embers at bay. She poked at the scorched black wood with the tip of one of her daggers, the metal burning a bright red as the heat became too much to handle. Huffing, she withdrew the weapon and stared at its still glowing tip quite curiously, wondering how long the effect would last. As she continued to stare, mind wandering from one question to the next, the light the tip exposed started to grow brighter. Wait- what?
Blinking several times, the pale woman cautiously placed the dagger to the grass at her side. It no longer bared any red coloration, so there wasn't any chance of the heat causing the vegetation to ignite suddenly. Her red eyes widened, their slit pupils expanding to an elliptical shape that reflected the oddity in the heavens. Now, she was a nomadic woman, who had seen much in her days of bounty hunting. But this was something else. It filled her with a sense of dread and excitement. She followed the light's course to the ground, the movement so swift that normal human eyes couldn't possibly follow. But hers weren't 'human.'
Much to her surprise, a man was spat out from the glow. One that reeked of dirt, possibly alcohol, and tobacco. The stench was overwhelming for her sensitive nose, but in due time, she grew accustomed to it. Getting to her feet, the woman clad in all black took her dagger up with her and shoved it into its sheath, strapped around her waist. This fellow spoke with a foreign accent, one that wasn't admirable in the least. Giving him another whiff, she was able to faintly detect the smell of blood being pumped through his flesh. Though a means of sustenance for her, she was quite reluctant to give it a taste.
"Who in the hell are you?" Ketsurui called from her campfire, brows knitting tightly together.