Event Starter for @thecadedawson
When the shouts of excitement turned into screams of fear in the blink of an eye Julian stood ramrod stiff at the stall he had been casually perusing.
“We’re all here tonight to have some fun. Although, your fun is going to be cut short… Because unfortunately. You’re all going to die.”
Those words alone would send a chill down the spine of a lesser man, but Julian has lived far too long to be terrified of Strigoi. Especially one that seemed to love to hear themselves talk. He heaved an almost bored sigh. Julian had no intentions to get caught up in this chaos right now. Other things on his to do list took priority over the murder and mayhem happening around him. One of the Strigoi made their moves to attack him yet Julian scoffed, they wouldn’t get the chance to lay their hands on him.
The familiar static feeling coursed over his skin as he prepared to teleport back home. However in the last second Julian felt it. His blue eyes went wide as the feeling of a line being cut jolted throughout his body. In split second he was gone. Only to appear not ten feet away from where he had been. Landing right in front of someone. Of course, just his luck that Julian’s abilities were dampened. There would be no quick escapes for him.
“There is no way that these hooligans have the sheer power to do this.” He ran a hand to through his hair. Calming the oddly anxious nerves inside him. Who would or could have the power to do this? Not a fae. At least none that he knew back at court. It’s possible that one of the Strigoi would know. Finally he deigned to acknowledge the presence of the man he had rudely teleported in front of, whether accidental or not. Julian rose a single brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be running? Trying to escape the hoard?”