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Manager kristen callihan6/29/2023 ![]() Sin leapt too, landing lightly on his feet and taking off even as part of the roof began to cave under his weight. Slate and dirt rained down, clacking and clattering as the thing took to the rooftops. Sin stretched his arm out, his silver fingers appearing like glass in the darkness. ![]() This was London, after all, a city of foul, coal-leaden fog and evil lurking in shadowy corners.īreath burning in his lungs, he dashed around a corner, following the slim figure ahead, a dark cloak fluttering behind it like a flag. The moonless night reduced everything to dark shapes, echoing sounds, rank smells. For Sin had no clue as to its nature its scent was a strange mix that he'd never before encountered, though it appeared human in shape, which really meant nothing in his world of shape shifters and demons. Irritated, Sin put forth the effort and increased his pace, pushing himself to his limits.Ĭhrist but this thing was fast. Too far to catch or get a proper look at. ![]() ![]() His prey was just ahead, moving at inhuman speed and agility through the dark alleyway. He did not need footwear, for his skin would never tear, and clunky boots affected his speed and balance. John Evernight ran full-out, his bare feet hitting the cold, slick cobbles with nary a sound. ![]()
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