10-27-2015, 11:42 AM
Ivan seemed eager to meet his adversary. Dorian was not sure what he expected to do against a godling - particularly since the last time hadn't gone nearly so well. Dorian was not looking forward to it. But then again he already knew their god was dead, likely burnt to an unrecognizable crisp by now.
They wound their way through the tunnels. There was scratching on the walls and the urge to hunt darker creatures was tugging at Dorian's insides. This would be the perfect place to hunt and not give away his little secret.
The stale musty air soon gave way to much fresher air and soon Dorian was blinded by the light of the outside world. He stopped and blinked the tears away from his eyes and wished he'd thought to bring his sunglasses with him. Too late now.
The streets were chaos. There were no emergency vehicles there yet, a fire blazed in a nearby warehouse. The locations that he was suppose to avoid with the cops, and now here they were. "Uh... I think that burning building is our target location."
A secondary set of explosions went off. What the hell was in that building? Dorian moved forward. They would have to calm things down now that they were here. He pulled out his badge and strung it around his neck. As Dorian walked he rolled down his sleeves. A few feet in front of them a boy was on his knees and a girl stood staring at the flames engulfing the building. They stared in horrified wonder.
Dorian stopped at their side. "You might want to get clear of here, just in case something worse is about to happen."
What if Volodin wasn't dead? But Martin said he was. Could gods survive flames? Or a stab wound? That is how they became gods in the first place. Surely some of those stories were true. Dorian pushed away his doubts - that was for a later time.
They wound their way through the tunnels. There was scratching on the walls and the urge to hunt darker creatures was tugging at Dorian's insides. This would be the perfect place to hunt and not give away his little secret.
The stale musty air soon gave way to much fresher air and soon Dorian was blinded by the light of the outside world. He stopped and blinked the tears away from his eyes and wished he'd thought to bring his sunglasses with him. Too late now.
The streets were chaos. There were no emergency vehicles there yet, a fire blazed in a nearby warehouse. The locations that he was suppose to avoid with the cops, and now here they were. "Uh... I think that burning building is our target location."
A secondary set of explosions went off. What the hell was in that building? Dorian moved forward. They would have to calm things down now that they were here. He pulled out his badge and strung it around his neck. As Dorian walked he rolled down his sleeves. A few feet in front of them a boy was on his knees and a girl stood staring at the flames engulfing the building. They stared in horrified wonder.
Dorian stopped at their side. "You might want to get clear of here, just in case something worse is about to happen."
What if Volodin wasn't dead? But Martin said he was. Could gods survive flames? Or a stab wound? That is how they became gods in the first place. Surely some of those stories were true. Dorian pushed away his doubts - that was for a later time.