It can't be coincidence that the wind is picking up now, turning the air into a still thicker swirl of white. But with the benefit of her mask, Dia's not so easy to blind.
Figures scamper through the street on the trail of her battle: more of those creatures ones, indeed. Above them, harder to see, prowl other, larger shapes, low-slung and moving wrong for humanoids. Too low and hunched, too smooth as they scuttle over rooftop fans and ledges. Intermittently they pause, as if to look around...
Snow flies up as something else lands at the end of the street, behind the scattering pack of little ones. Its outline is obscure, hunched: something flutters dark around it for a moment and Dia, with her experience, might think of a cape. Even at this distance it's far bigger than the human-size creatures it follows. While they search and chatter and dart into broken doorways, the big one is still, head lifting to the air. Watching. Listening. Scenting the wind.
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Figures scamper through the street on the trail of her battle: more of those creatures ones, indeed. Above them, harder to see, prowl other, larger shapes, low-slung and moving wrong for humanoids. Too low and hunched, too smooth as they scuttle over rooftop fans and ledges. Intermittently they pause, as if to look around...
Snow flies up as something else lands at the end of the street, behind the scattering pack of little ones. Its outline is obscure, hunched: something flutters dark around it for a moment and Dia, with her experience, might think of a cape. Even at this distance it's far bigger than the human-size creatures it follows. While they search and chatter and dart into broken doorways, the big one is still, head lifting to the air. Watching. Listening. Scenting the wind.