[High-casual] The Hellhound Gang IC~ (RememberMyAngel & Nightmera)
It was a dull day indeed, a sigh escaping from the lips of a dirty blonde short haired twenty year old, and current member of their small seven gang, Cameron. Abel, the one who decided to accompany him on his walk, glanced at his friend, raising a brow at him before brushing back his black shaggy hair. "Bored?" he questioned, placing his hands within the pockets of his jeans. "Yes, mostly due to the fact that I haven't found anything interesting today," He grumbled, placing the black and white pole he was wielding across his shoulders as he slouched and scowled. "Please, don't start with that again." Abel said rolling his eyes. "At the rate your going, the whole hideout is going to be filled with annoying little, whatever-mcjigger-knick-knack-stupid-things." Cameron scoffed at him. "Hey, they are not stupid." But he left it at that, knowing that he would just feed the fire if he argued anymore. Eye’s looking down, he frowned, lost in thought before suddenly stopping.
A twinge in the back of his mind, caused his head to snap upwards, gunmetal eyes searching for the source. But their was none that he could see...yet. “You felt that?” Abel asked a little wearily, searching the streets as well before looking far into the distance. His friend snorted. “Yeah, probably just another demon.” He answered, continuing on his walk. “Probably....but it felt different.....maybe we should go after this one, ya know just in case...” Abel was the usual worry wort of the gang. Most of the time, he was the one to convince the others to go hunting on occasion. And practically hundred percent of time, he was right. The last few times that they have, no doubt, saved all of New York City from being leveled. Each time the demons were getting larger and powerful. For some reason, more were popping up then usual, which gave the impression that something big was coming.
“Alright, lets head back to base and talk with the others first.” Cameron suggested, spinning his pole once in anticipation. Truthfully, he has been itching to go on a hunt. Why? He had no clue. It was just his instincts. In fact he knew the others felt it as well as they had been tensed and agitated for the last couple of weeks. Maybe it was the whole being from a line of Hellhounds. Which came as a certain surprised when he found out from his dad. He was part of the gang as well, in fact, all of the others dads were too. But now they have long since been dead, getting themselves killed on a hunt a few years back. That was one of the many reasons why past generations turned their backs and try to avoid the whole demon thing, instead using their abilities for their own gain. But none have been successful so far.
After walking many blocks, they finally arrived at their ‘hideout.’ An old abandoned factory just on the outskirts of the city. Upon entering, the other five were just lounging about. Glyph took notice of them, standing from the couch and stretching. “You guys already back?” he asked.
“Yeah, where’s Pyro?” Abel said, getting more agitated by the second. “He’s out back, why?”
But he had already ran past, disappearing through a door and leaving Cameron to answer. “There is a demon here again, and Venom is worried. It was different this time.”
“Really? I didn’t feel anything.” Piped Jake, his head peeking over from the backside of the couch. “Me neither.” His twin, Drake echoed, popping his head up as well. “Are you sure?” Hayne asked, standing up from his spot on the armchair. “Yes, me and Venom both felt it Loki.” He frowned, but before he could say anything they were interrupted. “I felt it too.” Their leader Pyro, or Elliot said, coming up with Abel close on his heels “We have a problem.”