Blood's Sacrifice

Chapter 8 - Chaos and Order

Rain began to fall with its eager descent. As he continually ran himself over to the street where his house was, Marqes for once seemed to contemplate in his mind if a god really existed. Such a prime opportunity was... rare, and with rain to blanket his tracks, and wash away any flames...

Nevertheless, he needed to move quickly. He went from street to street, pace hastening to each drop before the entire storm started falling with full, descending rain. Each "pitter-patter" had him hasten with each drop, until light... then heavy showers became a hindrance over the soon to be drenched fox... as he made one more turn down a familiar pathway where he belonged.

Once he had made it to Adumbral Street, he immediately walked up the stairs to his home, frantically scouring through one of the pockets of his messenger bag in an uninterrupted haste. The soaked, white fox was anxious; riddled against his demeanor, and clear along the movements of his lithe, yet toned build. It was then that he would finally grab, and slot the key in carefully, unlocking the door and stepping inside with peeks along the very walls of the well-built dwelling.

...No one was home yet, like he expected. His parents, who both worked at the same place, would probably hear the news sooner or later, he thought. As a result, he expected to get a call on his cell phone at any moment... but first he would run upstairs to deal with the main reason why he had come here so quickly, all this time.

As he opened the door to his room, it was this creature... it was this vessel that aroused his curiosity, furthered his will to live; enraptured his senses, and clung to his mind. As Marqes sped through the door with idle pants, he went immediately to his chair and desk to put the messenger bag down, going through its pockets to eventually stumble upon this... thing.

And it was clearly not fiction.

Rather, this tiny dragon creature that crawled out of his bag's pocket upon the unzipping walked, watched him... and proceeded to stumble weakly with idle cries and sounds which resembled that of a monstrous infant alone.

"...What joy," Marqes exclaimed, albeit softly given that his house was empty, after all, "Something..."

Marqes stretched his paws out to hold Polaris in his grasps, the white scaled dragon just squirming along, using its life force to do just that. For a time, it reminded Marqes of a worm... not a dragon. But he could see the growth along its wings, its radiant blue eyes fading... and for a time, he knew that it was weak. He needed something to feed the thing.

A panic ensued along his body, and he wondered exactly what to feed a dragon; such a strange sight that even he didn't believe, despite having it right in front of him. His mind was already in a frenzy enough to not connect back to his own words. So, he first zipped Polaris back up and decided to go downstairs to get the safest bet— some water, and some bread crumbs with a couple larger pieces. A glass, and a plate provided nicely, and racing back up the stairs through thunder, Marqes went back into his room and this time, locked the door. He wouldn't be out again for a while, he thought.

So the catering began towards the struggling, miniature dragon... hush words and light gestures like that to a delicate pet came from the white fox to the similarly pale draconic, Polaris. It was a calm, peaceful time between interactions, to which Polaris seemed more or less responsive to the treatment, bit by bit.

...That was when something unexpected happened, that made Marqes' vulpine ears raise, and his posture stand upright.

A knock on the door sounded, and echoed up the stairs towards him through the sweeping of rain against the roof, and the abrupt occasional thunder. He would ignore it at first, choosing to stand in place like a statue, rather than do much of anything... until that doorbell he considered "corny" would ring once, then twice... and repeatedly.

Over, and over again.

Polaris stuck his head up, trying to make out the sound whilst Marqes gritted his teeth, wondering just what exactly would be going on.