|The was a soft rapping on the door of the demigod. Soft because it was the fabric arm of a little black and white doll. Diffamo.|
Illis was arguing with his demonic counterpart. It had been over something trivial but Ilona would not admit she was wrong. Or perhaps Illis would not admit he was wrong. Chances could be both of them were wrong.
Illis shot her a glare and she returned to reading a book, lounging on the sofa as if it were hers. He opened the door and looked around.
"Hello?" he saw no one. Until he looked down.
Illis nearly jumped out of his skin.
His phobia of dolls shown out worse than ever and he backed away. “What the—”
"Diffamo!" the feline Illes purred and sat. "Illis, this is Alexi’s friend. Haven’t you met him yet?"
"I don’t…recall. Um…" he pushed back his initial reaction and knelt to be at the doll’s level.
The woman was patient.
"Yeah there was another human there. Ya remember them cause you really don’t see them much in these parts. She left first and went down there. He followed."
She pointed to her right. There was an alley down there. Diffamo tugged on Illis’s shirt and pointed that way as well.
"Illis’ eyes scanned the alley. "Oh my. Do you know what’s down there by any chance?" he asked, nodding to the doll to show he understood.
Thordís followed his lead, feeling an odd sort of warmth - not in the literal sense, of course, for she would have blamed that on her own affliction - when he told her he believed in her. It was not something she heard often. Her brother certainly never said it - he didn’t need to say it, of course, Thordís knew he did, but it was still nice to hear it.
She followed his lead, attempting to lead the horse she had been loaned the same way he was. She dearly wished she still remembered the skills her father had tried to teach her years ago, when he had attempted to teach his kids to track animals. It was no use. The footprints meant nothing to her now.
Thordís looked around, thankful for all the layers, though her face was already beginning to sting from the cold in the air. She chewed her lip nervously, whirling around to look at every small little noise.
"Illis…" she whispered after a time. "This very well be just me being paranoid, but… is it getting colder?"
It was something to consider. While he had fantastic reflexes and heightened intuition, he was far from perfect. And being extra “strong” against the elements limited his sensitivity to it some times. So he stopped to consider Thordis’ question.
"You feel it?" he asked softly.
But soon it was unmistakeable. His hearing picked it up, as did the horses. The crunching sound of large paws in the snow.
"It is. Let’s speed up. I need to get you to my friends’," he told her. He began to speed their way to the shed where they would store the horses and sneak into his that family’s home. He checked one of his pockets fro the spare key they had given him. It was secure. He was glancing in all directions. The demon was large enough that it could be heard before seen at least, and that was an advantage. At least to him and the horses. He could not be sure if Thordis heard it. In fact, he hoped she did not because of the fear it might cause.
The shed, snow-covered as all else, came into view. “There it is. I’ll take care of the horses. I want you inside first,” his tone had to be harder now. Just as they had reached the door a howl broke into the gray day. It was high like a wolf’s but with something elephantine to it. The trumpeting noise caused Illis’ horse, the younger of the two, to whinny.
Shit! That was their cover. He dug for the key to unlock the frozen shed. When he thrusts it in the ice that had formed around the lock caused it to be useless. The horses began to panic as now approaching paws sped near. Illis lost patience with the lock and broke the thing open, and forced open the shed doors.
I’ll get to them when my stomach stops hurting and i finish all this boring stuff
if i don’t get to replies today it’s not because i forgot you
it’s because grad school is kicking my ass