LO Round 1 Pg.3Vulcan spied the sparrow flitting about in the sky and tracked it towards a window. He grinned and bounded towards the entrance, bashing aside a moldy wooden door in a hail splinters. The stairwell was directly ahead; clambering to the upper floors was a fantastically easy prospect. It almost seemed too easy, but success was rarely a thing beyond the ability of the fell creature.
Oh, little eye in the sky.
He slowed his pace and listened for sounds of movement. It only took a moment for him to sense a rattling of tile and falling of stone. His ears perked up as he scaled one final flight of crumbling steps and emerged into a massive room that stretched the entire length of the building. At one end, he saw a poorly concealed red form that could only be that of Tenebre.
"Hello, little thing," snickered Vulcan. "I must thank you for leading me to you."
"Your little bird companion there was quite helpful. I might've just walked right past you else wise. Now I'll get to drag
LO Round 1 Pg.2Tenebre lay in the window of a tall building, looking out upon the street below. The light blue ethereal bird Sussurro wandered about nearby, sifting idly through the dust.
"So," murmured the red dragon, "what do you make of this?"
"We've certainly got a challenge on our hands, that's what."
"Indeed. But if you've ever heard the tale of David and Goliath, that's where we stand. Except that it's more of a Goliath and Goliath tale."
"You're just gonna pound his face?"
"Maybe. But there's more than one way to skin a cat."
He peered over the edge, observing the wide street that led up to the clock tower.
"Now you remember that black-furred thing from a few days back. He might seem smart, but I can tell that his pride is second to none. If we give him a challenge, he'll go for it."
"How can you tell?"
"I know the type- you can see them coming from a mile away. They act like they're the best thing to grace the world and aren't afraid to voice it. Now, he ought to reach the clock tower by dus
LO Round 1 Pg.1An air of anticipation hung in the overgrown ruins. The creatures that dashed to and fro among the vegetation were unusually quiet. A choice few birds loosed their warbling song from their perches atop the twisted vines.
Down below, a dark form lay asleep. It rose and fell slowly, drifting awake in the morning's light. The creature- Vulcan, naturally, was exhausted and most unwilling to wake itself, but there were obligations to be met. He blinked his mismatched eyes open and sniffed the damp air, gazing up at the thunderheads that billowed overhead with mild concern. It was still early morning, leaving him all the time in the world.
He gradually roused himself and wandered down towards the streets of the ruined city, moving slowly and without great concern. A faint sensation of hunger clawed at his belly, but he decided that it could wait for the time being. The previous night had been quite boring, with only a mild thunderstorm bursting in to liven up the dark streets around midnight
CC Round 1 Pg.7Erx roused himself and stumbled into a side street- his head still spun from his acute panic attack. He forced himself to focus on nothing but the rodent in his jaws and the ground beneath his feet. A mere four or five blocks separated him from success, but in his weary state it seemed like a marathon. It would not be difficult to mistake his disability for drunkenness, given his glazed-over eyes and wavering steps.
Bursts of chatter and yelping were ringing out from the fairgrounds. They drew Erx in like a moth to a lantern. Little served to break up the monotony of his mind, which flickered with the repressed images of his past. He invariably viewed a number of them in full. They were murky and surreal, doubtlessly reflecting a dreadful past.
But what was it? I have only half of the answers.
Erx set foot on the solid asphalt of the fairgrounds before he could embroil himself further into the matter, He raised his head, picking out the weary form of Beyra among the small crowd.
CC Round 1 Pg.6Erx watched the corpse with a mixture of triumph and shock. The diversion had worked; it worked far more effectively than he had planned. Avi's prospects appeared dim. The slashing nails and bludgeoning planks of the collapse were deadly instruments of destruction.
He glanced away, sighting the miniscule rodent on the floor a short ways away.
Such a small prize for such a dear cost.
He hurried over to sniff at the catch and frowned. Avi's scent was barely evident. There would much be doubt of his success if he failed to make haste in getting back. Time was short, for dawn was approaching with great speed. Its glow would deny him the advantage of concealment. Streaks of the early morning light filtered through the cracked walls as he stooped down to pick the catch up.
"Sorreh, frehn," he muttered before he snatched up the prey and backed out of the room. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he began to run. He ran without purpose, for he fled from no foe.
My foe is dead. I k
CC Round 1 Pg.5Avi paused as he sensed a glimmer of movement from a fair ways down the hall. He slowed his pace to a crawl, peering into each doorway and alcove as he went.
"Is somebody out there?" he called.
Erx's heart lurched as Avi froze. He slipped back behind the wall to think.
I can't outrun that thing. He looks far too quick. Must hide. And if he finds me before I'm prepared...Perhaps I can put on the guise of being on his side.
I'm a horrible liar, but it'll have to do.
He calmed his ragged breath.
"Who's out there?" called the gray dog once more.
Erx inched back from the doorway with caution, stepping softly as his heart pounded in his chest. The yellow blur drew closer by the second. He glanced back to search for a way out. Two distinct paths presented themselves. One led into a heavily obstructed hallway which would be quite a challenge to squeeze through, whilst the other passed through a long room filled with abandoned construction supplies. Bags of sand and gra
CC Round 1 Pg.4Erx lay atop the spire, scanning the numerous windows, doorways, and breaches for any sign of his opponent. Many did appear, but none bore the exact appearance that Beyra had specified. Dozens came and went, lulling Erx into a state of trance for a brief minute.
A faint, childlike voice called from behind.
He jolted awake, spinning about to face an empty room.
The hell? That voice. It sounds oddly familiar.
He stopped himself from pondering further on the matter and returned to scrutinizing the broken ruins of the district below. Fewer shapes milled about; the unmistakable odor of acrid blood drifted through the air. The possibility of imminent failure sent a pang of worry through his belly. Avi could be anywhere, he realized, and only way to find him would be to seize the initiative.
He reached the base of the tower and raced out into the nearest complex. Halls stretched in either direction for fifty feet, rooms branched off at regular intervals, and all sort
CC Round 1 Pg.3Over a mile away, a tense standoff was in full swing. A number of the hunters had tracked their unwitting quarry to a sprawling complex of overgrown walls and shadow-shrouded rubble. Several accosted their targets outright; blood was soon spilt. Others remained hidden in the pre-dawn darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Many remained searching as the morning sun drew near.
Avi crept through a patch of weeds, his amber eyes dull in the dim light. His mind was abuzz with intrigue and apprehension as he made his careful moves. In fact, it churned with the thoughts of two separate creatures.
This wasn't the best of ideas, Iva. We might run into danger in this crowded place.
Oh, quit worrying about it, Avi.
But that racket we heard must be something.
That happens all the time, you timid thing.
And why did she send only half of us? Exactly half of us? We just oughta' be cautious.
You always are. You'll be safe from the deadly inanimate objects, at least.
CC Round 1 Pg.2The crowd of curs thrummed with excitement as Beyra began to name their foes. By the time she reached Erx, only a handful of scrawny dogs remained untasked. Many of them bore the same expression as he- mild worry. They were the least threatening of the lot; some looked as if they wouldn't dare harm a soul. Nevertheless, there was no escaping their obligations. There were rules to be followed, after all.
"Erx. Yes, you are excellent at cowering in the back, but you aren't worming your way out of this. Front and center."
He rose and hurried towards the Ferris wheel's aging platform, standing ten feet distant from its crumbling wooden supports. A shiver passed through his spine at the sight of the towering spokes of rust.
"Your quarry is named Avi. Light gray fur, has some spots. Amber eyes, too. He's missing a bit of his tail. And if that isn't enough for you, he's not usually much of a talker. Better than you, though."
Erx blinked in comprehension but remained rooted to the spot.