A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Petra the Sultry Negotiator With the streets so cramped, the lampposts lit the stone wall up to the second of several too many floors. Lit up every brightly painted streak of wavy exotic fruit or twisty heart or other weird human fetish thingy. Windows shuttered as if the human’s insides could shut out the invasion of crazed darklings. Even with the blood splattered on the lower walls. Turning the lovely decorations gruesome. The stinky gore scattered on the streets. The corpses below her legs and elsewhere. Petra could still smell the bitter fear of the humans crowding,...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Felix Versus Furball The smell of fresh blood and guts. The mild burn of his muscles. The screams of fury and the dying. And the salty taste of sweat mingled with splattered blood. The gory reality of battle. With Penny at Felix's side, the narrow streets and the tall stone buildings corralled the darklings toward their deaths. In the bright light of the lampposts, any moderately skilled Champion could make out the packs of lycan the moment they appeared. The noise of their claws scratching the cobble. Their grunt and growls echoed and amplified. Their snarls and...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Gordack, Scheming Massacre, and Dinner Through his hexed spyglass of blood-stained bronze, Gordack surveyed Chemarin, the sprawling city of stone and cobble, from atop of the thousand-foot cliff of solid rock overlooking the place. Scanning the messy maze of tightly packed streets and scrawny short buildings soon to be rubble, he grinned at the panicked lightlings screaming for help from his darkling hordes. Breathing in the warm fresh air, the smell of blood and death welcomed his finely trained nose and discriminating tongue. Made his stomach yearn for the taste of roasted human based in blood gravy....
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Ash, the Crazy Stupid Drunk, Part I It was disturbingly too easy for Mandy to lead Ash away from the pitched battle between lycan darklings, a Champion, and a Champion wannabe. The cobble road around his companions was full of bloody lycan corpses. A few moaning and groaning, twitching here and there. The stink so sharp and hot Ash finally sympathized with a fish struggling through a pond of scummy copper. There was enough blood to leave a layer of liquid between the cobble as deep as a regular solid rain shower. But from the thunderstorm called...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Snow, the Rebellious Slave With her current master and the dark, tall, and handsome Paladin strolling away like drunks determined to get even more drunk, Snow knew she had little time to spare before the spidora launched their assault from the rooftops. Little time left to change their path. The harsh clicking whispers even more numerous now. Right above her. More echoing in this alley. All full of buggy bloodlust. And even more on other roofs. The screams of humans in the distance becoming even louder. More desperate. Making her shoulders cringe of the thought of their...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Ash, the Stupid Drunk, Part II Ash don’t know how long he stared at those evil claws flexing at him. Strange with screams and cries ringing out everywhere of Mandy's fellow lycan kind, and Ash's own actually, getting cut down. The gurgles and moans of dying lycan and humans. The bitter metallic stink getting so thick in the air it was like trying to breath blood and terror. The wet thumps onto the cobble street echoing across the cramped stone houses. All so loud and random no sane person could mistake them from anything but the fall...