[center][b][u]Liam[/u][/b][/center]

It was a single second. A fraction of a moment. A tiny piece of Liam's life.

So why were these stares penetrating his soul to the smallest, darkest corner? It was a huge [url=http://i.imgur.com/pekZto6.jpg]demon[/url], that's for sure. For the smallest moment, it had turned its faces from the view of a mangled body to Liam. While most people ran and cleared the area, Liam moved no muscle and said no word. He simply stared back as a terrified expression slowly crawled onto his face. He shook and trembled, and his pupils narrowed. 

Then the demon shouted in all of its voices. 

[b][i]"Die!"[/b][/i] 

And with that, it rushed right past any resistance, using its huge and heavy hands to heave guards and students alike out of its way. Liam felt a short impulse propel him into jumping out of the way and off to the right. He hit a pile of old wooden boxes which broke on impact. They were empty save for one thing... A lot of fruit. So what was a rational, intelligent Sannid to do in that situation? He, as quickly as the wind, grabbed all of hte fruit that he could and one by one, he threw them at the huge, gray demon. First were the bananas, then the oranges and finally, the apples. Apart from one of the faces cringing in disgust at having orange juice all over its eyes, the fruits were useless. When Liam noticed this, he started running. Away from the demon, around the courtyard, hiding into stalls... Nothing seemed to yield a result. He couldn't seek shelter inside the damned College because demons and guards were blocking the entrances in a bloody battle. 

His only hope was to somehow avoid the Demon with the Masks until it lost interest in him, but it seemed that it would never stop its hunt. 

After long, tiresome minutes of hiding and nearly shitting his pants, Liam had found himself crouching behind a wooden stall. Half of it was charred due to unknown reasons, and the other half was broken beyond repair. But it was in a condition good enough to hide the body of the fox man. He panted for air at a quick pace, tongue barely kept inside his mouth through sheer willpower. His heart raced and his stomach felt empty, as he had already vomited what he had eaten for dinner. 

"I'm gonna... Die here and I haven't... Had a single mate in longer than three weeks..." He said between gasps, ears suddenly perking up when a tiny sound came from behind the stall. Thankfully, the huge demon a mere ten meters away did not hear the sound. When a certain short and muscular Sannid peeked his head out, Liam teared up in happiness and relief. At least he'd die with a friend by his side, he thought.

"Luna-" He said in a excited whisper, tail wagging and accidentally kicking up some dust, "what are you doing here? This place is too dangerous!" 

"Well," Luna replied, a sad smirk on his face upon looking around, "I worried about you when I saw the battle from afar." 

"Oh, Luna..." Liam muttered, looking down at his sore feet, then back up at Luna, who had just taken a seat besides him, setting down his bow and quiver in front of the both of them. Luna raised a hand and smiled, mimicking the distinct way in which one had to hold a cup of [i]Tiien's Spit[/i]. Recognizing the gesture, Liam followed suit, a sad smile also on his face. They pretended a toast and drank their imaginary drinks. "To our deaths away from home." Liam said, raising his hand and downing the rest of the non existant liquid. 

Luna let out a sigh of satisfaction after some seconds of pretend drinking, and nodded. "It's still the best drink."