Reiner wasn’t sure why this was a good idea but he did hear that a new titan was sighted in the far regions of this area. He wanted to find out for himself and hope to catch it first hand. He was riding a horse to the location, looking around for it but nothing was seen. Well, except the destruction near by and taken down trees. Titans were indeed here so maybe it’s a chance of the new one being spotted. Looking ahead, he keeps riding along the path in order to find it.
Grey clouds carpeted the normally blue heavens; a menacing equilibrium threatening to erupt in the most spectacular array of thunder and lightning or harmonious clarity. Despite the overcast skies, the heat was intense, a extreme tension that seemed to creep its way up the notches on a thermostat. Yet at that particular moment in time, Heaven and Earth were at a standstill, neither yielding to the other. A solitary gust of wind would push the mass of charcoal ever so slightly, causing a small gap of brilliant light to shine through, but these gusts were so few and far between and never permanent. The bleak weather remained as the random passerby to glance up and shake their head, wondering when the decision would be made one way or the other, or if it ever would. Some may never know.
A man in a dark grey suit stared up at the blanket of silvery grey, shaking his head as he wiped a bead of perspiration from his brow. It was barely even eight o’clock in the morning and yet he was already late to work, having slept through not one, but three alarms he had set the night before. He had to skip his normal routine of going to the restaurant two blocks from his apartment to get his daily dose of caffeine and had to settle instead for the crappy instant mix that had been sitting in his cabinet for who knows how long. As he stood on the curb, desperately failing at hailing a taxi, he took a long sip from his travel mug, completely forgetting the temperature of his beverage, and thus burning his tongue in the process. Cursing under his breath, he scanned the area for a trash can to get rid of the horrid battery acid disguising itself as a cup of French roast. Complying with the rest of his luck this fine Thursday morning, there wasn’t one in sight. But that all seemed to change when he saw her.
She was a little ways up the street from him, climbing, or stumbling rather, into the taxi that had just previously flown past him, ignoring his whistles and frantic arm movements. She blushed as she mumbled apologies at the taxi driver about her clumsy footwork. After righting herself, she leaned through the window to tell the driver where she was headed, allowing him to get a good look at her. This mystery woman had her hair tied in a sloppy bun on the top of her head as individual strands forced their way out of the confines of the rubber band. Her sundress was black with vague splotches of yellow that appeared to be some sort of flower, sunflowers, he assumed. She also appeared to be wearing some kind of...bedroom slippers. Yes, sure enough, those were in fact pink fuzzy slippers that he spotted on her feet. In her hands she held a pile of black cloth he assumed to be a jacket as well as a pair of high heels that perhaps were the footwear she actually intended to wear wherever she was headed. But he was intrigued by something about her other than the haphazard chaos that was her footwear, hair, and walking abilities. Sure, she was a beautiful woman, but there was something even more than that. Looking at her, he felt both at ease and more nervous than ever before. There was just something special about her and he couldn’t quite figure out what exactly it was. Just as he was about to chastise himself for staring at some poor unsuspecting stranger, she looked up and locked eyes with his.
Stepping over the small Mystic Falls motel room threshold Nadia looked around at the empty town square, searching for any sign of the mother that had once again abandoned her. Closing the ill coloured door behind her, she began making her way over to The Salvatore residence with speed, Katerina wouldn't slip through her fingers again and if there's one thing she'd picked up on within the last week, The Salvatore home was a beacon for all things unwanted.
