[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mkFbcLS.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/c5i0HyX.png[/img][/center][sub][color=silver]T I M E :[/color]   One Week After Human Arrival
[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] A Random Warehouse, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts]
[color=silver]T A G S :[/color]    [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts][/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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	 [color=silver] Time slowed. The blur focused. The ceiling was rusty and old. Patches of makeshift handiwork covered odds and ends.

       His hand was touching cold concrete. An ache throbbed through his body. It beat in different forms and at various intervals. 

     [i]Aurora![/i]

      Vasco was long gone. Rowan had no concern for the human. All that mattered was that his sister was okay. 

      His head turned. A bruised and swollen cheek touched the ground. A chill ran through him, but it quickly settled. She was fine. Unconscious but fine.

      Her white hair spread around her like a halo. Small, shallow breaths were keeping her alive. There was darkness soaking her cloak. The liquid was threaded through her hair. And, although she was so very pale, her cheeks had life.

      As the moment passed, Rowan sat up quickly. His muscles overcame the struggle. His hands planted on the concrete, and his body sprang upon his feet. With knees bent, his eyes darted around the warehouse.

      He saw nothing but Barrock.

      Rowan’s eyes sharpened and recoiled.  

      Blood stained the floor. Bodies scrunched and torn apart were laying limp amongst the Ogre’s chaos. There were not enough bodies, however. 

      This was not the Barrock he knew.

      He looked back at Aurora, lying on the floor. He needed to retreat and get Aurora from the scene. But, something was nagging him. Something he had decided to leave behind and was only now remembering…

       [i]Vasco![/i]

        Again, with the same sharpness, Rowan scanned the warehouse. Vasco was no where to be seen. They had captured him. 

     Instead of dwelling on the situation, Rowan quickly scooped up Aurora and headed towards the exit. Dodging around debris, he told himself it was fine. Holding Aurora in his arms had its own familial comfort, but for some reason, she weighed heavier than he remembered. [/color]