[For the time of day, the desolate streets feel reminiscent of just another forgotten ghost town lost by time. Maybe this was the latest curse set forth by the Trench. It might be worth noting Xie Lian's luck has been horrible for the better half a millenia, however lately he can't shake the thought that everything is just plain worse. Having heard of the Sanctuary as an establishment that prides itself on making the Trench a safe place for both sleepers and beasts alike, Xie Lian takes it upon himself to see if he can offer any protection charms or other spiritual services.
Glittering speckles of glass shine off the cobblestone paved street under the pale winter sun just outside an old abandoned inn. Sparkling and glistening like a fresh dusting of snow.
Stopping before he walks straight through, he freezes dead in his tracks. Having fought almost as many battles as his age, Xie Lian's impeccable sense of danger prohibits him from proceeding any further.
An unseasonably warm wind carries with it the unmistakably metallic tang of blood and the spine chilling scream of someone in distress. It's enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up straight.
From the sky a large dark mass passes overhead. Just a short distance up the street, a small figure seems to be locked in place. Could that be a child? Without a second thought or the chance to get a better look at the approaching creature, Xie Lian dashes through the shards at a lightning quick speed appearing in front of the boy almost as if out of thin air. ]
Sunny?! [Pulling the child off the road and behind him into a nearby alley way. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he slowly peaks out to see if he can spot any victims or more importantly the source of the carnage.]
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Glittering speckles of glass shine off the cobblestone paved street under the pale winter sun just outside an old abandoned inn. Sparkling and glistening like a fresh dusting of snow.
Stopping before he walks straight through, he freezes dead in his tracks. Having fought almost as many battles as his age, Xie Lian's impeccable sense of danger prohibits him from proceeding any further.
An unseasonably warm wind carries with it the unmistakably metallic tang of blood and the spine chilling scream of someone in distress. It's enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up straight.
From the sky a large dark mass passes overhead. Just a short distance up the street, a small figure seems to be locked in place. Could that be a child? Without a second thought or the chance to get a better look at the approaching creature, Xie Lian dashes through the shards at a lightning quick speed appearing in front of the boy almost as if out of thin air. ]
Sunny?! [Pulling the child off the road and behind him into a nearby alley way. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he slowly peaks out to see if he can spot any victims or more importantly the source of the carnage.]