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« on: June 23, 2014, 08:30:11 PM »
The street was desert. No sign of life in spite of the seemingly movements that he could detect beyond the walls. It didn't appear that someone were prying on them at least. The eerie silence made him feel uneasy. And he wasn't the only to feel that way apparently.
Enkidu took a moment to examine what caused such a change in the dragon. Most of the street lamps were buzzing feebly with a fading light. Enough to allow sight but not nearly sufficient to show the victim's faces. People, a large amount of them, offered as sacrifices for who knows what purpose, were exposed to everyone's view running as far as down the cross road up ahead. Blood, among a mix of body substances, spread in all direction.
He approached one of the poor souls to have been claimed recently. It was a little being, barely reaching a decade of age. Most of the visage had disappeared after the stake, which maintained the body standing in a strange parody of puppetry, had pierced through the unfortunate's skull.
They hadn't been killed to feed upon. Enkidu could only speculate that they had been selected as sacrifices for a ritual of sort. If it was indeed true, for better or worse, they had fulfilled the goal imposed on them. They didn't deserve to become prey for those who would revel in act of barbary. A burial would take too long but, at the very least, a pyre would be something he could do without having to desecrate the dead any further.
With a silent apology, the man made of clay dislodged the offending weapon from the child, staining his clean outfit with fresh gore in the process. With a look of pity, Enkidu tossed the stake aside and allowed the dead to lie on the ground. No words were pronounced as he moved to the next one.
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Kyle offered Ash a wave with a smirk.
"I'll only move if you make it a sexy moan."
With a short push on the fledgling's back, he spoke.
"You heard the lady, let's go." He eyed the owner of the place. "Given how people have been turned into an unappetizing puddle of smelly pulp, I suppose you won't mind."
He got a grab on a set of keys left on what was left of the counter and walked out. A quick search and he found the car matching the key, a flashy green and orange Austin Seven. He grimaced but didn't have it in him to go back in there and fumble in the bits of human flesh and ashes.
"Guess that will do," he said in an aside to Ellen. He sit behind the wheel and frowned when the leather seat emitted a weird complaint. An instant later, the engine was vibrating loudly. The werewolf gave the vampire an impatient look.
"What are you waiting for? Hop in."