Brontide
@ofstolengoods
“right ..” his speech is drawn out, like he has something else to say, but he doesn’t know what words to conjure off the top of his head because his mind itself is also in a perplexed mess. what even did he see? it’s late, sometime after the strike of DUSK. his vision is blurred by the natural black of the night and the outside would’ve be engulfed in complete silence had it not been for nate’s footsteps, and the rustling he hears in the alleyway ahead, to his right. of course, it’s only natural human instinct to follow what stirs their curiosity- in this case, follow the sounds into the alley. heavy footsteps lighten as he nears closer to the sounds and he peers into the backstreet. with just enough light given off from the moon, he can trace the lining of a silhouette. a female’s.
“.. what exactly were you doing back there?” nate’s eyes serve him well and the figure that approaches him is indeed female. she looks young, maybe around his age. nothing is too out of the ordinary about her, except that sharp look she’s giving him and a tone that’s a little too serious, as if he’s the one in the wrong, he’s the one who’s done something he isn’t supposed to when the obvious SUSPECT is her.
There was a familiar chill in the air, and a sour scent that she confirmed originated from a slimy lime trail that she almost stepped in. There was a faint rotten scent in the distance, like that of a decomposing carcass, and that was not a good sign. She did not need much light to see traces left by whomever passed there, such was a feature of her eyesight, the ability to see the energy footprint, the aura if you will, of those not seen by most others. The hair on her neck raised and her body tensed. The clues lead to one of 4 creatures she could think of the top of her head. Nothing that she couldn’t take on, but the aftermath of confronting such a creature worried her. How would the unspecialized authorities explain what happened? What would title the front pages of newspapers? Faulty wiring? Gas leak? There was no telling how many people would be endangered by her confrontation. Besides, she was still achey all over, so even if the idea of a little field game was always fun, she knew her sutures would rupture, and McTwisp would give her an earful of scolding. Besides, her goal was to protect, not endanger, and with the current location being so deep within the city’s bounds, she hesitated from following the trail, as to not agitate whatever hid in the darkness.
“Following the spiders, of course.” She threw a glance behind her, breathing a quiet chuckle as she addressed the taller male. Despite the sternness of her tone, her lips stretched in a lopsided smile, and she said in a flat, loud whisper, “I hate spiders.”