Defiance

Dagramir shakes his head, staying as physically determined as possible, he decides to leave his own mark on the crime scene. He moves forwards, heading for the door, he unsheathes his dagger, and would begin to carve into the door, a depiction of a coiled, hissing snake. He would take time in this, making his depiction as graphic as possible. Once he finished, he slices the word 'VIPER'  into the oak underneath it, then scores along the bottom of it, underlining it. He would then turn, hoping that the 'Bree-town Ripper' would get his message.

A single droplet of rain met the pavement as the symbol had finished being etched into the oak, another proceeded, until a light downpour of moisture blanketed the streets, the sunrise gleaming through the mist, rays of cantaloupe light dancing between each droplet, the sight was beautiful, yet was it an melancholy sign, it seemed as if a supernatural force itself had  witnessed the etching of the sign and the rain was attributed to its feelings on the matter. Never-the-less, the undoubtable reality that the Ripper was watching lingered, concealed somewhere in the darkness, out of sight, a predator stalking his prey.

His stance changes, a true look of determination about him now, a cocky smirk lining on his lips. He knew that he would get what he wanted. This was a challenge, posted straight at the 'Ripper's door... It was a very bold move to make, even for him, and the pain he would suffer soon enough, he knew all about it... But it was a statement he wanted to make, none-the-less. This particular snake has no intention of backing down now... He wants to finish this, with his own fangs meeting the neck of the 'Ripper'...