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Interactions With: Kirsty:[@Lugubrious]  [color=Blue]Alina[/color]:[@BCTheEntity] [color=FF5400]The Raven[/color]: [@LetMeDoStuff]
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Despite the dark-haired girl's protests, the unconscious man began to stir not long after he'd begun his efforts. Looking over his shoulder, Liam flashed a smug grin at the detractor, the recently named Alina. Satisfied, he pushed himself to his feet and offered a hand to the awakening man, which was summarily ignored as the potential drunkard found his footing unaided. [i][color=f26522]Well, he's certainly not dead, so that's good.[/color][/i] Liam thought to himself as he turned away from the man and breathed a short sigh of relief. That relief however, was fated to be short-lived as the recently awoken member of their number began to speak, demanding answers pertaining to their current situation. He spun on his heels to face the man, and found him glaring in his direction. Was he seriously threatening them? Liam took a few quick steps towards the larger man as he responded, his own piercing blue gaze meeting the taller man's. [color=f26522]"We know just as little as you do, so could you kindly stop acting like a knob?"[/color] Watching the other like a hawk, his gaze was unbroken as the other man swept his vision to the two girls among them. Tensions were mounting in those seconds that felt like eons, no clue of what could come next from this unpredictable element. Though he wasn't much of a fighter himself, Liam was prepared to spring upon him should he decide upon more violent means of questioning, [i]especially[/i] if he made a move towards either Kirsty or Alina. Thankfully, it seemed that Kirsty was in agreement with him, hopefully some solidarity between them would help the aggressor come to his senses before anything brash was done. 

The threat within their gathering was swiftly forgotten as a pack of monstrous [i]things[/i] began their approach. Beasts both lithe and hungry slowly and silently striding forth from the omnipresent mists, their fangs bared and otherworldly eyes glaring holes through their soon-to-be prey. The sight of them was unnerving, no dog nor the wildest of animals looked even close to these aberrations. Liam felt every muscle in his body tense up as [i]they[/i] advanced, doing all in his power to fight the rapidly rising urge to flee within though his own fear was plain to be seen. As if things weren't already bad enough, a much more imposing fiend reared its head as it made its way to the head of the pack. It looked as if it had come from beyond the grave itself with hairless flesh looking as if it could slough off the bone at any moment, clouded all-white eyes and a cavernous maw ready to devour the unfortunate souls before it. Without warning it let out a soul-rending howl, and in that instant whatever shred of defiance or reason Liam was yet clinging to shattered like glass. Behind him he heard a scream and watched as half of the pack of hounds raced past him, sights clearly set on the others. Yet still he looked on, paralyzed with fear as the remaining monstrosities advanced on him and the other boy agonizingly slowly. [i][color=f26522]What are you doing?! RUN ALREADY DAMN YOU![/color][/i] his mind shouted, though his muscles would not respond. Was this it for him? To be dead and forgotten in some hellscape beyond his understanding? Four sets of soulless eyes watching him, waiting expectantly and hungrily for their prey to make his last move. He felt as tears began to stream down his cheek as the finality of his doom set in. The alpha among them turned his gaze to him, tired of waiting snarling as it approached, the noise reverberating throughout the vacant streets. In that moment, by an act of whatever power was surely having a laugh at this grim spectacle, control returned itself to him, and but one prevailing thought remained. [color=f26522][i]NO TIME, RUN! JUST GO! GET OUT![/i][/color] With a speed unbeknownst to him Liam ran, and the hellish hounds would have their chase. In a full blown panic he sprinted down the thoroughfare, not thinking to look back on the other boy as he ran for his life. Ducking into alleys and darting across the labyrinthine streets as [i]they[/i] inexorably pursued him. Every shadow threatened to be a deathtrap, every step he was one mistake from oblivion, but what other choice did he have but to run? Even now his breaths were growing ragged and limbs heavy as [i]they[/i] hunted him seemingly unfazed at his attempts to throw them off his trail. What felt like hours passed, running and running and running until finally there Liam had found something. A strange light in the alien world surrounding him, desperate as he was he decided on a gamble and sprinted into the luminous beacon.

The sight that awaited him on the other side of this light, Liam could never have been prepared for. Slowing himself to a stop, he braced against a nearby.... table? as he examined the strange place he found himself in. Gone were the writhing shards of obsidian and jade perforating the sickly skies, gone was the cloying omnipresent and oppressive mists. Best of all? Gone were those damnable [i]things[/i] that were pursuing him, the reason why ultimately unimportant. Instead he found himself in the middle of a street flanked by hundreds of temples, adorned with gold and silken banners of every color conceivable. Fire pits warm and inviting, illuminated the entirety of the opulent avenue, seemingly set for a banquet to host and feed an absurd number of guests. Despite more welcoming appearances, this new locale was just as unfamiliar as the jagged skyline he was surrounded by mere moments ago. With seldom little choice of what to do now, Liam started to make his way through this odd place, sincerely hoping the others weren't overtaken by those [i]things[/i] all the while. For a brief while he walked, the flawless marble underfoot and warm firelight a welcome change of pace from the bitter chill he'd been running for his life through. Evidently fate hadn't had its fill of cruelty this day yet, as yet another strange scene waited to greet the exhausted boy. Sitting at one of the nearby banquet tables, was Alina and Kirsty, though they were joined by another figure in a gorgeous white dress whose face Liam couldn't see from his current angle. They seemed engaged in conversation he was too far away to overhear. Relieved by the presence of some familiar faces, he quickened his pace to reconvene with them, only for a fourth person to enter the fray, this one seeming far less friendly. Brandishing weaponry and manically shouting at them all, she'd doubtlessly noticed him as well, so hiding would be a fruitless endeavor. Oddly enough, the masked one referred to two of their number as twins, and now that'd he'd closed some of the distance the unknown woman did strike an uncanny resemblance to Kirsty, save for deep glowing golden eyes. Though as the armed and possibly crazed one demanded answers of them, indignation arose within Liam's heart that would not be staunched nor stifled. Looking to the masked one he shouted back, without thinking. [color=f26522]" I don't even know where exactly we [i]are[/i] in the first place, much less how we got here! All I know is that I almost became some kind of hellhound's chew toy a couple minutes ago! So if we aren't supposed to be here then why don't you fill us all in. Where in the bloody hell are we?!"[/color] It was stupid of him to ask this of an armed figure of questionable mental state, and he knew that. Reason was simply not in command of Liam's thoughts at the moment, answers were long overdue and he would get them by any way possible.