Lih’s mouth sagged as he attempted to reconcile the guy at the door raising then aiming the gun; the other guy walked the length of the lawn while playing with fire—fire!--in his hands; and Dorian’s words into one cohesive statement. It did not work. One did not simply ‘have’ visitors. One may as well slap a bull between the eyes or put a rattlesnake down one’s fatigue trousers. There were certain possibilities that the rookie’s mind were incapable of acknowledging; this was one of them; his mind almost bucked with the strain.
No, no; no-no-no visitors. It’d be one thing if the house was old, and full of noises. But, Dorian clearly got used to visitors. Was it because of the guy with the fire— was he a ‘god’ who the Atharim hunted?
Inexplicably his body began to ache and his stomach gurgled—it remembered the rougarou fight. His dealings with the cannibals hadn’t ended well, or remotely close to well. His shoulder throbbed. He checked just to make sure his auto-pistol was in place; what if they were being attacked, what if things even worse than monsters were out there… ? Lih’s mind retreated into the far recess of his skull and began rocking back and forth.
Lih walked out of the study faster than he had entered, cursing as he did so. In his haste to follow Dorian, he forgot his wine, but that mattered less than not being anywhere within this house when the visitors come knocking. He ran down the hall and out... onto the back patio.
Chains rocked and swung.
“Um, just the dog!” Lih gave a humorless laugh, his face fell, and his eyes darted in every direction at once (or tried to) and his voice took on a fearful tone. "...he's not moving?"
Then Lih gazed at something other than Nova the dog with his bulging, watering eyes; his skinny face comically honest…
Vitya Lih
No, no; no-no-no visitors. It’d be one thing if the house was old, and full of noises. But, Dorian clearly got used to visitors. Was it because of the guy with the fire— was he a ‘god’ who the Atharim hunted?
Inexplicably his body began to ache and his stomach gurgled—it remembered the rougarou fight. His dealings with the cannibals hadn’t ended well, or remotely close to well. His shoulder throbbed. He checked just to make sure his auto-pistol was in place; what if they were being attacked, what if things even worse than monsters were out there… ? Lih’s mind retreated into the far recess of his skull and began rocking back and forth.
Lih walked out of the study faster than he had entered, cursing as he did so. In his haste to follow Dorian, he forgot his wine, but that mattered less than not being anywhere within this house when the visitors come knocking. He ran down the hall and out... onto the back patio.
Chains rocked and swung.
“Um, just the dog!” Lih gave a humorless laugh, his face fell, and his eyes darted in every direction at once (or tried to) and his voice took on a fearful tone. "...he's not moving?"
Then Lih gazed at something other than Nova the dog with his bulging, watering eyes; his skinny face comically honest…
Vitya Lih
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD