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Thorp walked slowly, not minding the filthy feeling that emmanated from the whole setting. He sniffed again, barely catching a faint Nosferatu trail. He sheathed Lupus Mortis, and began walking down the only part of Cascadia he didn't know as well as his own history. It seemed like seconds after, Thorp's attuned ears could catch splashing very far back, the acoustics in the pipeline enhanced the sound, confusing the kindred, not knowing the exact distance of the source. He unsheathed Lupus and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sound. 2 sets of feet...heavy, fast, getting closer...nails..no, claws. So, the garou HAD followed. "Goddamnit." He muttered under his breath and stopped himself from instinctively casting celerity, that would completly deplete his blood pool, and he couldn't afford that. He broke into a tired, painful run. The garou smell, very faint, confirmed it...he was being tracked down. He tried to always turn in one direction while running, hoping that wouldn't result in going around in cirlces, but it was hard with the now very real growls and smells of the garou not 500 meters back. He turned what could0ve been the 100th right and stopped dead on his tracks. "Oh, crap." 2 beady, intelligent eyes were staring at his own. Attached to the eyes a skull that was mostly jaws...a huge ghoul alligator. The garou had slowed, sensing their prey stopping... The alligator bit nothing but air, it had struck in half a blink of the eye, Thorp's evation of it surprised himself more than the reptile, as it looked around, not finding his prey, finally realizing what had happened and turning around, the huge pipe barely capable of fitting the beast. Thorp DID cast celerity, trying to use as less blood as possible, and ran away from the both the garou and the dinosaur, hoping the second would slow the first..at least a little. He stopped himself inches from a solid, depressing, dead end. He turned around, the garou were finishing off the beast, Thorp looked up, an exit.. a sewer lid. Sunrise had just happened, judging by the very faint, yet painful, rays of sunlight filtering from the old heavy lid. 2 choices, fighting 2, very angry thanks to the alligator, gaqrou single-handedly, or frying himself to ashes by jumping, up. The second seemed like a less painful death, not honorable at all but reasonable, altough it could endanger masquerade. The first was just plain, simple suicide. He closed his eyes and stepped back, his back, still covered by the ripped coat, bumped into the metallic wall...producing a hollow metallc thud. Hollow? He didn't even think about it twice, using all his strength he half pierced, half broke the metal with Lupus Mortis, and using both hands cut an irregular shape that meant a door...escape, maybe a few more minutes of life...hope. He kicked the metal finishing the irregular door as the once part of the wall piece fell with a victorious clank. He jumped through, barely noticing the other side was strangely dry, and ran, his last casted celerity long over. His only hope was that the overconfident garou had been surprised, buying him at least 2 seconds, 2 seconds that would be longer than the whole 726 years of life, and unlife, Thorp had been through. He didn't stop at all when his feet found water again, 2 feet of viscous liquid under him, he kept running and got to a door. The pure madness of a closed, normal sized human-made door. His contorted to an expresion of madness as he crashed into it, breaking it at the hinges and kept running. He cursed realizing the door incident had just given back the garou the lost 2 seconds. He was about to leave the room to which the door led to, still running, and barely noticed a corpse, a mortal corpse with 2 incision marks at the neck. He broke out finding himself in the ultimate pain, he had probably busted a rib crashing at the strong metal door, cracked it and bending it so it punctured a lung. He supreesed the desire to collapse in a heap and ran, still not believing the garou had not already bitten his head off, attaching it to a stake and using it as trophy. "Graventhorp!?" The cry of mixed surprise, relieve and suspicion banged Thorp harder than the garou could ever do. Batgirl stood up and walked to a City Gangrel, that didn't seem at all out of place, dead on his tracks. He could only utter 2 words: "Garou following." "What?? There's no garou nearby..." Batgirl responding dubiously Graventhorp fell to his knees, still expecting the garou to crash a paw through his chest. And fell unconcious.
His mouth felt like filled with cotton, his left side felt like it had been cleanly sliced off, or maybe burnt away with sulfuric acid. He painfully opened his eyes, not surprised he had gone blind, then realixing it was only the black metallic ceiling. "You awake now? Here, drink this." The Cappadocian handed the City Gangrel a rudimentary glass made of what seemed to be fur. He drank the content, his senses growing stronger, the content was like an elixir, he felt his body awaken and wanting more, feeling already stronger. He finished the delicious liquid and stared at the container...a garou paw... "Isn't garou blood the best?" Batgirl was working with wierd cappa utensils at the corpse of a garou. The corpse of a garou with no head, next to the corpse of another garou with no head. Batgirl smiled at what was obviously a perplexed expression on Thorp's face... "I didn't do it... there was a trap.. this blade that activated not too far back, with weights maybe. It sliced both their heads clean off. I'm sure its one of Drain's traps."
Graventhorp felt like a Ventrue in the Taj Mahal, strong, on a dirty environment, with 2 dead lupines at his feet, his blood pool completly full with their blood and no wounds left whatsoever. Batgirl seemed pretty excited too, making all sorts of wierd things with the corpses, using all sorts of wierd cappa utensils, smiling all the time. Thorp heard the slow footsteps first and stood up, ready to unsheathe Lupus, and then relaxed when his nostrils informed him it was a ventrue approaching, it was Gabriel approaching.
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