Dredge • Feral Vampire
The fire curled around Dredge as he was launched through the air, a flash of greys and blacks and reds in a pillow of thirsty flames that licked at his boots and curled round his hair. He plummetted to the soft dirt below and rolled haphazardly, his feathered cloak still flaring, tumbling dangerously close to some thorny foliage.
His silver-blue eyes stared emptily up to the night sky above, to the shattered moon, and for a moment he was still as the grave.
And then, with no sign given, he jumped to his feet using only sheer force to right him. He turned with frenzy in his heart and ran straight back for the portal, as the plume of smoke and fire collapsed in on itself and denied him entrance to his homeland.
Dredge cursed. Loudly. And with gusto.