In the three or so weeks since Verity's first and only run in with Dominic De Luca--or "that asshole from the Covenant" as she liked to call him--Baltimore's cryptid population had dropped. Many of them had suddenly come forward with excuses to be out of town: the traditional sick relative, family funeral, impending childbirth/whelping/ovipositing. Those, Verity didn't worry about; sure, it was annoying that so many people would suddenly turn tail and run, but she couldn't really blame them. The Covenant had managed to exterminate a lot of cryptid populations and had irrevocably destroyed even more, that even the possibility of an incipient purge was enough to spook survivors.
No, Verity was worried about the ones who had simply disappeared. It seemed like more and more members of the city's cryptid population went missing every day. It had started small, with just a few outliers from the community, people no one kept really close tabs on anyway. But the number of vanished was increasing, and while Verity couldn't get an exact number of the missing, she knew it was higher than she'd liked. And of the few estimates she could get, they only covered the humanoid cryptids. Nobody knew how many animal cryptids there were in Baltimore, which meant nobody knew how many had gone. ( But everyone she talked to all agreed the numbers were dropping fast. )
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No, Verity was worried about the ones who had simply disappeared. It seemed like more and more members of the city's cryptid population went missing every day. It had started small, with just a few outliers from the community, people no one kept really close tabs on anyway. But the number of vanished was increasing, and while Verity couldn't get an exact number of the missing, she knew it was higher than she'd liked. And of the few estimates she could get, they only covered the humanoid cryptids. Nobody knew how many animal cryptids there were in Baltimore, which meant nobody knew how many had gone. ( But everyone she talked to all agreed the numbers were dropping fast. )
[And we begin again! Adapted from Chapter 8 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon with amazing preplay AND coding help from
firstofitskind, who was a fucking rockstar over the past...number of months. Parts one, two, three, and four. Is followed by this post. NFI, NFB, OOC is love]
