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Entertainment
Klaus looked up from the mangled remains of a croat he had torn apart in his boredom with a raised brow. "Can I help you?" He questioned, his tone clearly stated that he was uninterested in whatever this new form of entertainment had brought him.
New (Old) Thoughts | Open
Every vessel needs its moment to be... worked in. This one was no different, and Lucifer took the opportunity when all was quiet was one night to leave the hospital, needing to clear his mind of the constant pleas of demons that had occurred throughout the day.
The night was dark; midnight had since been reached, and the stars sheltered behind heavy clouds. It happened more often than not, the archangel had come to realize--the hiding of the stars, the moon, behind plumes of smoke or thick clouds or whatever else this world chose.
Nature suffered because of this... all of this.
But it was necessary. It was always necessary.
He wouldn't have allowed it to continue, wouldn't have tried to start the process all those years ago, otherwise.
... Wouldn't he?
say yes to the dress || open
So... it'd been a rocky few months. Devil's traps and holy water worked on all demons, even the ones with white eyes.
So for the last few months, she was being tortured for information she didn't have. That's... cool... she guessed. Well, actually it was pretty shitty. Super fuckin' shitty. You summon a Knight of Hell one time and suddenly everyone wants to kill you!
Her offenders had vanished into thin air, of course... so she was stuck. And had been stuck. And would continue to be stuck had it not been for the stranger that had entered the building. She couldn't exactly threaten them into helping her -- not really... the pesky little trap she was sitting on, and the rope tied around her wrists, prevented her from doing much of anything other than sit there.
"Do you mind helping a sister out, over here? I'm a little... tied up."
In the Dark || Alaric (Open)
Walking around the perimeter of the camp, on the inside since Alaric wasn't too keen on dealing with the guard at this hour as many of the others had already retired to bed, the man paused when a soft sound interrupted the silence of the night.
"Who's there?" he asked, instantly on alert while his eyes darted over the shadows both inside and beyond the fence, "Sneaking around in a good way to get yourself killed." It wasn't so much of a threat as it was a warning to whoever was creeping in the shadows the night provided.
Just walking through the wild | Open
It had been days that Cinaed had traveled, Detroit far from her now. She wandered past towns and cities, past fields and farms. All were deserted in equal measure, all filled with a lack of life, and the debris cluttering the streets of the cities. Dust and fog filled the air, making it difficult to breathe when one ventured too deep into the polluted areas. But she never did; she, in general, steered clear of the large cities and (previously) densely populated areas.
Cinaed knew they wouldn't hold what she searched for. Humans wouldn't gather where they couldn't live, couldn't breathe--no matter how familiar the surroundings. She knew they'd be in the open, or in the woods; somewhere... protected.
But she would find it; she was too determined not to.
So Cinaed kept walking, kept dodging the infected masses of known 'Croats', a term she had come to get used to, for a creation that hadn't existed in her time. That hadn't existed until she came upon this earth. This realm. A realm that was both so different--and so familiar--to what she knew.
The night was getting on, and though the phoenix could travel well in the dark, her flames her guiding light, she would rather not risk it. The last thing she wished was to be discovered for what she was, and exact greed among the people. So she settled down among a grove of trees, a ball of flame in her hand to start up a fire...
One always does what is needed || Open
The night was cool, the wind blowing and rustling leaves in the trees. Moonlight and a few stars that managed to peek through heavy grey clouds were all that supplied light right outside the psychiatric hospital in upper Detroit, a lone figure strolling outside in the evening air, letting the shadows wrap around him like a cloak.
It was silent, the sounds of the night all but muted, even to the archangel. His Grace was thrumming inside him, the power threading through the Morningstar as it tried to join with each other, one essence merging with another as the seconds and minutes ticked by. A struggle, that's what it was; every time he drained the other's away...
Necessary, is what he told himself. Always necessary.
And nothing would stop him...
Tooth + Claw | Open
Four feet were faster, and surer than two. Less conspicuous too. He was a lot quieter like this, and having dumped clothes and equipment off at a safe spot close by, Sterling followed his nose, literally, and headed towards the thicker, stronger scent of decaying populace.
Abandoned buildings - or possibly not all that abandoned… Could be infected, could be humans, could be a myriad other things slithering around in the shadows that would be a potential test to the Alpha’s mettle. But where there were buildings, there was food, shelter, weapons, all the usual shebang of a world gone to hell and then some.
He’d taken a wide berth around the place to start with, only now creeping a little closer, staying in the scrub and brush and long grass.
Pushing up from the ground, Sterling was about to head back to grab his gear - well, some of it anyway, always good to have a back up. And that’s when he got the distinct feeling of being watched. Observed. There was no smell, not yet anyway, no sound either. But he’d never before ignored his instinct and he wasn’t about to start now.
Ears flattening slightly, he turned his head, growling out a warning to whatever was out there. He was not in the mood to be fucked with.
"Y'know, the last person that looked at me like that got a knife in there carotid. I know -- I'm so gorgeous that it leaves you frozen, I get it, but do you wanna back off? You're crowding my space."
"And my pupsters don't like it either..."
