Thread: The Fate of the world is in our hands (Max and I)

The moment they came to the surface, a red sky filled with black, foreboding clouds greeted the soldier and demon human. Clouds littered the sky for as far as the eye could see, and some could see what may have been rays of light trying to pierce through. Most saw the angry lightening that danced furiously behind the cloudy veils while the wind in the sky carried traces of ash and soot in the air. Most of the land was barren, void of earthly life such as grass or trees, though many decayed and rotting tree trunks could be found scattered around. At most, dead roots sprouted from the ground here and there, the closest thing they had to grass, yet far from the most lovely to behold. Curiously, the two wound up before a nomadic tribe, several of which had men aiming weapons and rifles at them. Hold. A voice called out to his tribesmen, all of which seemed perplexed by the order. The owner of that voice stepped forward out of a makeshift tent. He was older, but far from elderly. His form was large with a large once white beard upon his face, dangling forth to the base of his neck. The wrinkles on his face showed great trials, no doubt having escaped many hoards of demons and traversed the lands far and wide. He loomed over both women, yet he knew that his size and strength would not overcome then. For despite having been a human nomad, he was well aware who one of these women were. Hold, He spoke out once more, the defenders quickly lowering their weapons as their leader spoke. He approached the two women, nodding to them as his cloak blew in the wind, every footstep kicking up dirt and dust from the blackened soil. We have an EHS member here. Officer Delacroix, if my tired eyes don't deceive me. It would appear the older man gave a small grin from how his beard perked up on one end, but it was impossible to tell. And if so, I find that extremely odd. No EHS human in their right mind would be out here. Even if they had an ally with them. The leader then turned to look at her companion. Now you though, don't look like EHS at all. He rubbed his chin beneath the beard, scratching his neck briefly before he nodded his head. But if you're out here, then you two may be on business of your own. They were then welcomed into the traveling pack for the moment. High value targets like this would no doubt gain attention from demons, and their tribe would be put in further danger. The leader informed them that while they wouldn't just leave them to fend for themselves, they would be unable to allow them to travel with the tribe for long. Your motives may be your own, that is fine as it is. We all though have an end goal, and that is to live and survive. He spoke again, sitting down in front of his tent. Within though, both Evelynn and Lucia would see three pairs of eyes that peered from behind the flaps. They were small, but wide and filled with curiosity. He would catch their notice of the eyes, looking back to the tent as it suddenly flapped shut. He gave a hearty chuckle. Those kids, heh. They should be asleep, but even a demon couldn't scare them to bed. Each had a single parent that came with the tribe, but sadly, each lost that mother or father not too long ago. I've taken the task of caring for them. He explained, pouring them both a cup full of rather strong, somewhat foul smelling beverage. If you don't recognize it, it's a brew that we nomads cooked up. Smells something fierce, but sure tastes damn good. Gives you a nice, warm feeling and wakes you up. When you walk around like us, you need it. One of the men spoke as they all began to drink and eat. The leader nodded. We call it, 'Buzz Brew'. Like an alarm clock when you're fast asleep. This will wake you up quick, that's for sure. For the moment, he let the two stay with them, but it was clear that the leader was watching them. Despite letting them have their motives as is, no human in their right mind willingly waltz out into the Devil's Maw, the barren lands that these nomads walked and traveled between towns and settlements. They had to have purpose. A goal. That, or a death wish. We've only stopped for a short reprieve. We're going to head out again soon, looking to head to the Metro. We found some minerals and goods that we're hoping to sell or trade for food. And, well, hopefully stay behind walls at least for one night. He explained, finishing a large chunk out of some stale bread. I mean no disrespect, but we part there. With you two around, demons get antsy. They like the smell of blood from your kinds. They get hungry. Real hungry.