Snippet #2090507

I hopped onto a heavily slanted building, running along with practiced grace. I could see at my feet through the windows of the building, wreckage of office chairs and desks. The Hellhound followed behind, with less grace. In the sky, an unnatural darkness. My eyes narrowed in determination. I was unfortunatley right..This battle could be the death of me. Pain held my body, it also drove me forth. I slowed to a walk as we came to the end of the building. Then suddenly I thought of my new companion. I turned to him and he struggled to get balance as he stopped. I smiled genuinley, grabbing him behind the ears gently and scratching them. "Well, Ahzrukhal." I had named him.

"Go guard the..Erhm. Camp." He looked confused. Hellhounds were smart creatures, truly. I brought my right hand up pointing. He hesitated but seemed to register what I meant by guard. He nuzzled his head against my arm for a moment then trotted off toward the rubble. I turned, he shouldn't die fighting my battles. I sheathed the dagger, pulling my sword free. I dove from the top of the building. My broken wings catching just enough wind to send me in an uneasy glide to the ground before me. I landed, running, toward the unnatural black light.