Tabitha Diaemus ran her tongue over her fangs, and forced a look of calm upon her face. She hated having to go into actual 'civilisation', if Mantle could even be called as such. Whilst on the whole, she faced no discrimination, that was only due to not speaking. The moment anyone saw her fangs...that often changed.
Although it was always so very amusing to see the brief flash of fear on their faces as they decided whether she was a Faunus...or a Monster.
Thankfully, she hadn't had to slay anyone. Yet. Why was it always, 'Yet'?
Journeying to Mantle in so short a time had been..an experience, and not one she was in any hurry to repeat. For now, she was waiting over a lonesome road, waiting for whatever the first vehicle to cross her path. She would need to discard, or at the least, pack away her clean, comfy white robes. It would not do to dirty the robes that the Goddess herself had gifted her. And Mantle, for all that it was part of the most advanced nation on Remnant, was a grimy, dirty place. She would pass herself as a Huntress, and use 'legaler' methods to track down her prey, rip her to bloody shreds, and then return to her Goddess' side.
There was obviously going to be more parts to her plan, but it gave her a start.
She opened her bag, and searched through it to double(or more likely quintuple) check her things. Her eyes fell upon her scroll, and an idea forced itself to the forefront of her mind. Luna Fall wouldn't be that foolish, surely?
Surely, knowing she'd be hunted, Luna Fall would have tossed her scroll away. Surely!
With a blank expression, Tabitha tapped in a number, and brought the scroll up to her ear. It rang nearly half a dozen times, and a moment before the Bat Faunus gave up..someone answered.
"Tabitha!" The sickly sweet voice of a Traitorous Bitch filled Tabitha's ears. "How delightful to hear you again."