Who? Kane and OPEN Where? The dog run of the park When? 9pm Summary (optional, more important for narrations):
Kane was of a dwindling percentage of mankind, something in humanity that may extinct itself in a generation maybe even a few years. He was utterly alone in this part of town, and probably in scarce supply in the city and even the state. (Perhaps there were a greater percentage in San Francisco these days.) He feared the unknown terrors that humanity could not perceive.
He walked his dog, named Eek, a lion brave Pomeranian at a mere five pounds, a delicate fluffy pup, unafraid of the night walks, while his head darted left and right. Eek was not afraid of the dark, even a puff like him only feared what would kill him. Humanity had greater concerns.
Kane was not deficient for a human. It is not that this man is schizophrenic, or inordinately jumpy. That would put him in a greater percentage of the fear mongering population. It was not that he was learned of the dark arts, for families had spread secrets orally for generations. Kane possessed a great deal of knowledge about folklore, as that was his day job. And he had been passed down the darkest secrets of humanity through his family. But that should not make one so fearful. Historians Artists story tellers told gruesome tales of terrible events, and it did not make them fear it happening again.
His problem was that he knew he did not know what was out there. It was that he knew the nature of things and if only he could calm himself he would see. He began to see the creatures of the unknown when he took a deep breath and relaxed himself. There was no one living in his family who could discern the shapes of things that humans were no longer meant to see. His father had some thirty years ago. Robert Devries had been a sorceror who trucked with demons, syphies, fae and leperchaun, strange hidding creatures he would capture with spells and hedge witchery. He saw the unknown and done whatever he wanted to prove himself a great mage.
But magic came easy to the Devries. They were not all human either. The Devries whose dragon blood flowed back to the Hun and the monghol for a thousand years to the steps of Asia and Russia. Dark dragons of the storms, not dragons of ocean or pond or flame. There were some who said there was a man once possessed by a dragon who tore his wife to pieces. Other said that she birthed a bastard who was a hidden dragon, who became the first king in the world. The Devries had the aura of a storm, smelled of ozone and reminded someone of a dark rain cloud in a broad free sky. There was no trees or shelters to hide from it.
Walking down that street he was sure he was a dying breed. Stormy dragons should not be walking the streets of the city texting on a Blackberry, while teen girls in pink sweat pants cooed over his puppy. It was a strange time to be alive.
Eek was sniffing a smokers podium and Kan waited wondering what horrors were floating out their in the night with them. Kane could not know so he assumed the worst and prayed his animal companion would guide him. But unknown to Kane he had made an excellent decision in his animal companion, and could trust the little puppy to warn him.