03-06-2017, 02:22 AM
A sudden gout of flames erupted from the Sage’s outstretched hand, and the Haunter screeched, momentarily disappearing from view. The Sage looks down at his hand with surprise, and a thin smile crossed his lips A world of dreams indeed. He thought, before looking up at the road in front of them.
“YOW!” She screeched in surprise trying to pat out the small patches of fire that had caught the fabric of the passenger’s seat while steering with one hand. “Don’t torch the whole car!” she shouted in mild panic as the flames started to spread at an almost other-worldly rate. A chilling laughter spread through the now smoking Cadillac.
“I told you that was the last exit.” Came the Haunter’s disembodied voice.
The steering wheel wrenched left, jerking Luci’s arm as she tried to keep steering. Kuzuru jolted awake with a cry of alarm as the Cadillac swerved. The speeding vehicle slammed clear through the guide railing on the side of the road and started careening down the hill side. The now-flaming Cadillac bounced and rolled as it descended the lightly wooded slope, to collide solidly with an outcropping of rock. The car exploded spraying fire and metal shrapnel into the nearby vicinity.
For a moment, nothing moved but the flames that danced in the wreckage of the Cadillac and flirted with nearby branches. A orange-gold bonfire amidst a darkening forest. Suddenly a chunk of twisted metal burst away from the wreckage, as a shredded and burning Kuzuru broke free of the wreckage. “GAAH!” He screamed, every muscle taut with adrenaline, “OKAY! We’re awake now!” The Demon pulled a slowly recovering Sage out of the flaming wreckage and set him in the light snow that now covered the cliff side. Turning back to the smoldering carcass of the car, Kuzuru began searching for Luci, but he could see no sign of the psychedelic girl. Perhaps she had been thrown clear of the wreck? His search was pushed to the back of his mind however as a cacophony of howling filled the shadows around them.
The Sage struggled to his feet, looking down, he could see a piece of shrapnel that had lodged itself in his abdomen. He seemed to be bleeding ink. The howling stopped as suddenly as it started, and the Sage decided he would have to save that issue for later. Shunting aside his pain he moved towards the flaming wreckage, dueling cane in one hand, the other glowing with a small mote of flame. Without a word between them, The Sage and Kuzuru took a formation back to back. Gaunt and matted wolf-like being began to circle the edge of their light, their heads turning to skinless human skulls. Above the baying, the Sage thought he could hear another sound, blades, many, many blades, being sharpened.
“These beasts are not the real danger out here.” He said quietly to the demon, as the two circled slowly, waiting for the wolf-things to attack. Kuzuru only laughed.
“They’re plenty threat enough for me.” he said, one arm transforming into a polished steel blade. “Where’d your pet painting go?” he asked without much concern.
As if in answer to the question, a rainbow-hued hand rose from the snow a short distance away, followed by the rest of Luci as she scrambled out of the ground seemingly unscathed from the collision. “Geez!” She said with exasperation. “Momentum is a bitch when you’re phasing!” Looking around she quickly took up a positon with the other two, spray can at the ready. The three stood facing outwards as the skull wolves began to circle closer, now starting to encroach on the light of the campfire.
“These pups seem a tad hungry.” He said with a labored effort, “Anyone have any ideas?”
“YOW!” She screeched in surprise trying to pat out the small patches of fire that had caught the fabric of the passenger’s seat while steering with one hand. “Don’t torch the whole car!” she shouted in mild panic as the flames started to spread at an almost other-worldly rate. A chilling laughter spread through the now smoking Cadillac.
“I told you that was the last exit.” Came the Haunter’s disembodied voice.
The steering wheel wrenched left, jerking Luci’s arm as she tried to keep steering. Kuzuru jolted awake with a cry of alarm as the Cadillac swerved. The speeding vehicle slammed clear through the guide railing on the side of the road and started careening down the hill side. The now-flaming Cadillac bounced and rolled as it descended the lightly wooded slope, to collide solidly with an outcropping of rock. The car exploded spraying fire and metal shrapnel into the nearby vicinity.
For a moment, nothing moved but the flames that danced in the wreckage of the Cadillac and flirted with nearby branches. A orange-gold bonfire amidst a darkening forest. Suddenly a chunk of twisted metal burst away from the wreckage, as a shredded and burning Kuzuru broke free of the wreckage. “GAAH!” He screamed, every muscle taut with adrenaline, “OKAY! We’re awake now!” The Demon pulled a slowly recovering Sage out of the flaming wreckage and set him in the light snow that now covered the cliff side. Turning back to the smoldering carcass of the car, Kuzuru began searching for Luci, but he could see no sign of the psychedelic girl. Perhaps she had been thrown clear of the wreck? His search was pushed to the back of his mind however as a cacophony of howling filled the shadows around them.
The Sage struggled to his feet, looking down, he could see a piece of shrapnel that had lodged itself in his abdomen. He seemed to be bleeding ink. The howling stopped as suddenly as it started, and the Sage decided he would have to save that issue for later. Shunting aside his pain he moved towards the flaming wreckage, dueling cane in one hand, the other glowing with a small mote of flame. Without a word between them, The Sage and Kuzuru took a formation back to back. Gaunt and matted wolf-like being began to circle the edge of their light, their heads turning to skinless human skulls. Above the baying, the Sage thought he could hear another sound, blades, many, many blades, being sharpened.
“These beasts are not the real danger out here.” He said quietly to the demon, as the two circled slowly, waiting for the wolf-things to attack. Kuzuru only laughed.
“They’re plenty threat enough for me.” he said, one arm transforming into a polished steel blade. “Where’d your pet painting go?” he asked without much concern.
As if in answer to the question, a rainbow-hued hand rose from the snow a short distance away, followed by the rest of Luci as she scrambled out of the ground seemingly unscathed from the collision. “Geez!” She said with exasperation. “Momentum is a bitch when you’re phasing!” Looking around she quickly took up a positon with the other two, spray can at the ready. The three stood facing outwards as the skull wolves began to circle closer, now starting to encroach on the light of the campfire.
“These pups seem a tad hungry.” He said with a labored effort, “Anyone have any ideas?”
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