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[bloodjolt-blog]

    “ is that a dog ? “

Part of her almost wishes she hadn’t spoke, part of her wishes she’d asked an unrelated question. Whatever the answer is, she’s not sure she’ll want to deal with the end of it. // @klausterpunch.

[blackfrost-sorrow]

A Morning in Hellsalem’s Lot

This place... it was much too troublesome within the streets. For a few days Idara had stayed in Hellsalem’s Lot, and in her observation, chaos and calamity seems to happen everyday. Peace and silence never exists here.. at all. Probably, that when such harmony could happen, many would find it rather eerie since abnormality is the norm here.

Irritated, newly-woken eyes scanned the skies as Idara wakes up to seeing the room--the.. half the apartment which she maintained in, demolished. She was sure it wasn’t like that the night before. Letting out a deep sigh, the cryomancer’s first move of the morning came to looking around why the hell this is happening so early. Truly, not even mornings can have any ‘peace’.

Surfing through a trail of ice, Idara passes by some bloodstained screens showing a masked maniac, proudly introducing himself as Femt, the King of Depravity. Not only did he give introduction, but he even revealed himself as the one behind all this pointless pandemonium--a big prick, to simplify. And him being so laid-back to this, perhaps he’s in a place where not one can simply step in.

Hideous, ruthless creatures, looking much like some herd, caught Idara’s attention. The creatures’ mouths seen decorated with blood, she assumed they’ve been eating some of the denizens of this damned city.

The Iceborn took no secondary thoughts as she approached the behind the enemy line.

The creatures saw her, and immediately began running towards her--good, they don’t seem to think at all. They saw her as prey, but underestimation was always her enemies’ mistake.

Meters before they would close the gap, Idara invoked ice harnessing from her hands, instantly freezing the undeserving beasts and encasing them in thick frost. A cold breath followed under her lips afterwards.

Moments after the rest of the alien flock had advanced, a bright beam of crimson shone out on the horizon, accompanied later with a booming sound.

Idara can’t leave those things recklessly ruining the city, so she surfed to where the sound came from. Placing herself on top of an apartment, below her to the left, she saw the creatures lined up to charge against a red-haired man, bearing something lustrous around his knuckles. The cryomancer just observed there, trying to see what seems to be the situation happening here.

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