WHO: Saetan SaDiablo, Jaenelle Angelline WHERE: random L.A. street WHEN: Saturday, October 1; evening WHAT: His arrival! RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
One moment, Saetan had been in the garden of the Keep, just on verge of moving inside with Ladvarian at his heels, the latter eager for the bedtime story Jaenelle intended to tell – and, admittedly, Saetan happy to linger a bit and listen to the continued proof that for all the changes, Jaenelle was still the same – and the next he was in a dark alley on a place so foreign, it assaulted his senses with its inherent wrongess nearly immediately.
However, he was not alone. The Sceltie, still just a step behind him, growled low in his throat and Saetan resisted the urge to do the same. Brown and white fur fluffed in a ridge along his spine, Ladvarian sniffed and then swung his head to look up at Saetan, the next sound almost a whimper before the Kindred creature, four-footed Blood with the ability to communicate with human Blood, thanks to Jaenelle's teachings, spoke to Saetan along a distaff thread.
*Smells wrong. Feels sick.*
Saetan understood the declaration all too clearly. The land around them was not only weak, it was dying, ailing in a way that was nearly palpable. The people he could sense, they too were dying, and none of them were Blood, landens but with the wrong feel, just as this place felt wrong.
This was no place in the Realms.
*It does indeed, my friend.* Golden eyes narrowed, inspecting the area around them with a growing sense of unease that didn't settle. Lights atop tall metal poles lined the road they stood along, carriages moving swiftly along it without Craft, without animals. The foreign feel raised his hackles, metaphorically speaking, and he ground his teeth as he calmed himself.
A foreign place not only meant their location had changed, but that the others might not be within easy reach – or there at all.
Jaenelle. His heart clenched, worry mixing with a fierce protectiveness, and he reached out, seeking his Queen, his daughter. Even in this strange land, he could, thank the Darkness, still find her, but what he felt stopped him cold. There had never been a gauge as to how much power she had always held, but the sense of her, attuned to her as he was after their years together, was as it had been before the recent events in their lives, not as it had been naught but five minutes ago. It made no sense.
But it was her and that was all that matter to him right now. He would get the answers, but first he would find her.