08-23-2014, 08:22 AM
The crease of throat deepened the lines on Enzo's brow. The Regus posed a puzzle that Enzo was eager to solve, but he was not Corrado, he had only the inheritance of his master's training to base a guess.
He worked through his thoughts aloud. "A hungry Dreyken is nearly impossible to control himself. The scent of blood can draw him like a shark to blood in the water. For him to stop means something intervened. Something interrupted that separated monster from victim. The victim could then escape."
He posed his thoughts like a question, but the Regus was unresponsive. Enzo could not discern if his train of logic was correct or not.
Something nagged at him, though. His frown deepened and the blue of his gaze grew distant as he pictured the horrible scenario. Dreyken can toy with their victims for weeks, but once the torpor takes them, they devolve into frenzied beasts.
He studied the image again. Five full, torturous paths scrawled like claw marks into a door. He saw something new, this time, and he reconsidered what he judged as shadow and smudge to be something far more intentional. "But this was careful. The dreyken wanted the victim to suffer. I think they were Atharim. If that's the case, I will hope that the reason the victim survived is that he was saved before the murder could be carried out."
He voice trailed distant then, as memory of salvation burst down the door. Yet, in Enzo's case, salvation came too late.
He worked through his thoughts aloud. "A hungry Dreyken is nearly impossible to control himself. The scent of blood can draw him like a shark to blood in the water. For him to stop means something intervened. Something interrupted that separated monster from victim. The victim could then escape."
He posed his thoughts like a question, but the Regus was unresponsive. Enzo could not discern if his train of logic was correct or not.
Something nagged at him, though. His frown deepened and the blue of his gaze grew distant as he pictured the horrible scenario. Dreyken can toy with their victims for weeks, but once the torpor takes them, they devolve into frenzied beasts.
He studied the image again. Five full, torturous paths scrawled like claw marks into a door. He saw something new, this time, and he reconsidered what he judged as shadow and smudge to be something far more intentional. "But this was careful. The dreyken wanted the victim to suffer. I think they were Atharim. If that's the case, I will hope that the reason the victim survived is that he was saved before the murder could be carried out."
He voice trailed distant then, as memory of salvation burst down the door. Yet, in Enzo's case, salvation came too late.