Shrieky had lost track of Rex days ago, and since then, he'd found himself strangely aimless in the midst of the chaos tearing through Baedal.
He'd returned to Badside first, darting between buildings and alleyways, trying to avoid both the monsters and the humans. Since the Candle Lighters had made their announcement, he'd felt a renewed distrust of those around him, a distance from the other citizens. He'd been fortunate, despite this. Traveling alone made it easier for him to keep out of sight, to duck away or run when something came too close, and he'd made it back to the house having witnessed plenty of attacks, but faced none himself.
It was empty.
He probably should have seen that coming. There were safe houses set up around the city, and the house wasn't an easily defensible location, what with it's broken windows and decaying doors and such, and the fact that no one was around didn't necessarily mean that anyone was hurt or anything of the sort... All the same though, darting from room to room, still unsteady on his feet, only to find every one vacant, with no trace of their former inhabitants.
He stays for a little while. Watches through one of the broken windows, as a swarm of green scaled creatures descend onto a nearby house and tear it apart. No one comes out, but Shrieky's guessing that whoever lived there fled long ago. The green things are probably just looking for food anyway.
After a while, the green creatures disperse, and Shrieky decides that he should do the same. There's no food or protection or company to be found here, and no real chance of anyone else showing up. He decides against leaving via the front door, and instead, slips out via the back window, into the narrow, mossy street used for deliveries by the row of markets and stores. He drops down a little more noisily than intended, and lands awkwardly. There's a shower of glass shards that he's dislodged from the window as he falls, and it hits the floor like a cascade of tiny bells.
He straightens, eyes searching up the street anxiously for some sign that the monsters overrunning the city had heard his graceless landing. His ankle hurts, very slightly, but it's just a twinge, really. Uncomfortable, and unfamiliar, but not actively troubling.
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He'd returned to Badside first, darting between buildings and alleyways, trying to avoid both the monsters and the humans. Since the Candle Lighters had made their announcement, he'd felt a renewed distrust of those around him, a distance from the other citizens. He'd been fortunate, despite this. Traveling alone made it easier for him to keep out of sight, to duck away or run when something came too close, and he'd made it back to the house having witnessed plenty of attacks, but faced none himself.
It was empty.
He probably should have seen that coming. There were safe houses set up around the city, and the house wasn't an easily defensible location, what with it's broken windows and decaying doors and such, and the fact that no one was around didn't necessarily mean that anyone was hurt or anything of the sort... All the same though, darting from room to room, still unsteady on his feet, only to find every one vacant, with no trace of their former inhabitants.
He stays for a little while. Watches through one of the broken windows, as a swarm of green scaled creatures descend onto a nearby house and tear it apart. No one comes out, but Shrieky's guessing that whoever lived there fled long ago. The green things are probably just looking for food anyway.
After a while, the green creatures disperse, and Shrieky decides that he should do the same. There's no food or protection or company to be found here, and no real chance of anyone else showing up. He decides against leaving via the front door, and instead, slips out via the back window, into the narrow, mossy street used for deliveries by the row of markets and stores. He drops down a little more noisily than intended, and lands awkwardly. There's a shower of glass shards that he's dislodged from the window as he falls, and it hits the floor like a cascade of tiny bells.
He straightens, eyes searching up the street anxiously for some sign that the monsters overrunning the city had heard his graceless landing. His ankle hurts, very slightly, but it's just a twinge, really. Uncomfortable, and unfamiliar, but not actively troubling.