Shadow Wolf time! This is part of my weekly writing exercise, written raw and rough. The first story arc, Blade Breaker, can be found here. The first story of this arc, Red Fangs, can be found here. The previous week’s post can be found here.
“A blood construct,” said Berkhilda, her eyes widening as the enormous vampiric serpent melted into a pool of congealing blood and mounds of gore.
“That is… just… disgusting,” said Murith, eyeing the slop.
“Berkhilda, is this significant?” I asked.
“It means that Cinder is very powerful,” said the massive warrior, frowning. “All vampires can control blood to some degree. I use this control to stop bleeding and reinforce my armour when I am wounded.” She pointed to a shining patch on the side of her plate that looked as if someone had filled the hole with red glass. “Creating a long lasting independent construct of this size requires powerful blood and a great deal of skill.”
“Could your father do it?” asked Murith.
If the accusation bothered her, Berkhilda showed no sign. “His blood is potent enough, but he was never interested in blood constructs beyond a form of art. He has made a few long lasting sculptures that I know of, but I have never seen him animate anything.”
“So this is a rare ability, you would say?”
“That could help us identify Cinder,” I said. “Zavra, other than one being small and one being big can you think of anything else that might lead us to your assailants?”
“I know they accessed the Undercity from somewhere in here.”
“That’s useful,” said Murith. “I bet the entrance is trapped.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “On the other hand, it does mean that we won’t have to stay here. Maybe they left a trail that will help us figure out what Cinder is doing here. What else Zavra.”
“I suppose I could identify both of them by smell, though I don’t know how that will help,” Zavra answered reluctantly, as if she feared we might drag her around the city, sniffing for Cinder. The pain and fear of her captivity was wearing off, and she seemed more wary now, particularly of Berkhilda. Mind you, who wouldn’t be somewhat intimidated my a vampiric Nordan berserk?
“Well then, we should look around carefully then head out. Berkhilda and I can take the Undercity route and escort Zavra to safety after we search for a trail.”
“I have to report this,” said Murith, appearing from another room. “The watch will want to recover my squad.”
“I’m sorry, Murith,” I said.
“I don’t want your pity now,” said Murith, sounding tired. “What I want is a shot at this Cinder and his crew when you find him. This cannot stand.”
“I’ll be happy to have you at my side,” I said.
Berkhilda looked ready to speak, but though better of it.
“The tunnel entrance is not trapped as far as I can tell,” said Murith.
“That’s odd,” I said.
“I will go first,” said Berkhilda.
“It might be that they wanted to keep it clear in case they needed to make a quick exit,” said Murith.
“Or maybe they needed it clear for whatever they wanted to steal,” I said.
“Could be, I may be able to determine what was stolen just from going through today’s reports,” said Murith.
“Good, let’s meet up later,”
We parted ways. Berkhilda and myself, with Zavra following, climbed down a long ladder, descending into the Undercity.