#event:godstorm

[ezra-hemlock]

The Storm | Godstorm

Fleeing the dangers of the west and center parts of the city Ezra had moved towards the east, rain had been pouring across the city and he assumed it would be no less worse among the homes of the vampires. He had been wrong. The downpour made him nearly blind to his surroundings, everything was hidden behind a curtain of thick rain, his clothes clung to his tired form heaving for breaths. Above him thunder roared, lightning cracking and striking faraway objects. It brought back unwanted memories, Ezra could see something moving out of the corner of his eye. He knew it was the Wolf. 

Panic started to seep in as Ezra heard a low growl beneath the thunder, a dark snarl of something all too familiar. Cuts and bruises littered his form, although impeded he ran, blindly hurling through the storm hoping to escape his darkness.

[diamondsandash]

Burial|| Event: Godstorm

The siren went off a second too late. Before she could open the door that leads to her workshop in the basement, the earth shook as all around her the siren blares. There’s barely any gradual intensity to the earthquake before she falls to her knees, the wall cracking as furniture move out place or fall, scattering her belongings, windows breaking. Then the awful sound of metal and concrete shattering. She barely had a second to hold into the closes wall before a crack star to form in the living room, and it all goes down in shamble, only darkness and a curtain of dust. It takes a few minutes to regain her sense and try to reign back the panic. She alive. Trapped under the debris, feeling pain from her head, but alive, and that was all that mattered. Shakily, Melanie tried to feel the debris trapping her against the wall, ignoring the blood on her temple, doing her best to push against. It did not even budge. Her breath becomes shallow, and for once, she let the fear let her control her action. She screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.