- darkest before dawn
❴ NO FURTHER MESSAGES ❵ came through the communication device, its bright screen glaring up at hime blankly with the time. She never listened. He had not been telling her to keep away as a male who had won her affections, but as a Nordic god. But black letters on a small screen could hardly convey the imperative nature and tone of voice. Once he rolled his fingers into the black stained gauze wrapped around his palm, the ends catching upon hooked claws. Long strides carried him through the desolate, abandoned bank back towards the surface. A steel, bloodstained sword gripped in another fist of claws. Dark, scaled protrustions had ripped through the jacket he'd stolen [it was better than his blood stained one before], eyes darkening into the the sepulchers of crimson. He would have to meet her before someone else did. As nice a vehicle has hers would attract attention in these ruins of Chicago.
