#the-cryptix

     Rain pattered against the ground, soaking everything in its wake as it fell from the dark, billowy cumulonimbus clouds that hung thickly in the air. A low rumble of thunder echoed not too far off, giving a sign that the storm had yet to come despite the heavy rainfall. 

     Two crimson eyes peeked out from under the rim of an umbrella, watching the humans that had been unlucky enough to be caught out in the rain. Scurrying off like frightened vermin. A low chuckle slipped past Braen’s lips. 

                ⌜He honestly couldn’t help it! It was just too comical to see them in such a manner. Such lowly creatures acting like the creatures whom they saw as lowly themselves.⌟

      ┈   ❝How cute. Don’t you think so too, Leviathan?❞

     A clawed hand reached up to pet the pure black reptile nestled around his neck. He hadn’t expected it to answer, but he couldn’t help himself from trying to converse with his treasured pet. His attention shifted back to the people rushing by on the street. His smirk growing ever so slightly wider.

Rel frowned, tilting their head to the side a the stranger stood not so far away from them. What was she? She has a similar structure to elsen - ones that hadn’t burned anyway - but clearly wasn’t an elsen.

Curiosity won over their caution as they approached, not even bothering to introduce themselves before opening their mouth.

        [ 🐺 ]

     The lock clicked softly as Veronica turned the key, closing her fortune telling shop for the night before it would be reopened in the morning. It was already late as it was, the full moon high up in the sky as it’s milky white light gracing the darkness with it’s beauty. Shadows looming across the deserted street. 

     Turning away she made her way down the sidewalk, the sound of her heels clicking and the gold bangles around her neck and wrists were the only sounds that echoed through the night. She took a calming breath in before sighing, moving a hand to brush her long, brown hair out of her face. It had been a long day for her, and all she really wanted was to get together with her pack for one of their usual full moon meetings. There had been some weird demon activity going on that she would like to discuss and possibly get information on if possible. 

     She stopped at the sound of footsteps echoing her own, only for a silver blade to be pressed up against her neck. She felt the hair on the back of her neck raise, not from fear towards her attacker, but from the metal that could easily end her life. 

      ❝You’re coming with us,❞ said a gruff voice from lips close to her ear. 

     Her golden eyes looked around, noticing five more men move from out of the shadows. A growl raised in the back of her throat at the sight of their red eyes. Demons. Of course... Quickly she brought her elbow back against the ribs of the man behind her, pushing the blade away from her throat. 

     Taking off she raced down the street as fast as she could in her heels, knowing that it would be suicidal if she stayed and fought. She couldn't take them on all at once. She needed to find someone from her pack. 

      ❝Help!❞