Sancta Sophia(Attn: Sister Sophia, Otto, Storm, Isabella, Droz Immediately following flash of light)

**loreador82** · 12-08-2009, 01:23 AM

Viktor shields himself from the blinding light and once dissipated lets out a long and loud warriors cry. Rearing back his armor glistening with blood in the moonlight he pounds his fist against his chest as a sign of victory. His face a mixture of rage and joy as he calms down. He turns his attention across the battlefield. He looks to the rest of Gamma with a warriors steel to his visage. He the sheaths his sword and nods respectfully to storm. Without a word he pausing. A moment later his face goes paler than normal. He suddenly screams into the night. "SOPHIA!!! LADY SOPHIA!!!" He takes a few steps towards the safe area. He looks nervously in darkness awaiting an answer. He frantically searches the treeline for her. "LADY SOPHIA!!!" He takes a few more steps forward silently praying.

Dear God, please tell me she is safe. I did not profess my love just to lose her. God I beg you, please.

He continued to frantically search the treeline for her. His heart pleading to see her.

**Jeremy** · 12-08-2009, 01:28 AM

Evan stands there watching Father Viktor's display, but remains calm and emotionless on the outside. On the inside he finds himself feeling angry at Droz for denying him his chance at finding death. He had come to the Prairie seeking his final death and Droz's weak will cheated him of it. He shook his head as he sheathed his sword and walked back towards the safety of the cabin.

**Novabomb** · 12-08-2009, 01:55 AM

Sophia's pale face shows nothing but heartbreak and sorrow as she walks the battlefield searching for those who might still be alive in the chaos. Her appearance is out of place for her as she is wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a zip-up hoodie and tennis shoes. She stops by several piles of ashes and says a final prayer for each of the fallen kindred.

Upon hearing Viktor scream her name, her head snaps up. She answers back to him in the darkness. ((Russian)) "I am here! Follow my voice." She continues looking for any who are still alive around her.

**loreador82** · 12-08-2009, 02:06 AM

Viktor hears the reply and runs towards it frantically. [russian] "Keep talking! I can't see you yet!"[/russian] He continued in the direction of the voice of his Lady. He passed by the wounded and injured and his heart sank a little but he had to continue in his quest to be close to her again. He frantically searches for her as he stepped carefully over the fallen and injured.

**Novabomb** · 12-08-2009, 02:11 AM

Finding an injured kindred Sophia uses the strength of her blood to begin to move him off of the battlefield while still calling out to Viktor. ((Russian)) "I am moving back towards the extraction point. I have an injured with me. I am unharmed."

**loreador82** · 12-08-2009, 02:14 AM

Finally catching up with her he grabs the other arm of the injured and realizes who they are carrying. [russian] "It is the young on. Look he is wounded badly." [/russian] He looked over and locked eyes with her a moment. [russian] "I kept my promise. I made it back to you." [/russian] He smiled warmly as he continued to help carry JTM towards the cabin with her.

**Novabomb** · 12-08-2009, 02:21 AM

Sophia returns the gaze for a moment before turning her attention back to the kindred in her arms. ((Russian)) "I thank God for that and that you are unharmed." She tries to smile but it doesn't seem to reach her eyes which are still filled with sorrow. Once they get him back to a safe point she moves to head back out again to look for more that might be saved.

**Bob** · 12-08-2009, 09:24 AM

Otto diligently working a short distance from Sophia spares a smile and a glance for the reunification of friends though doesn't seem to understand what the pair of them are saying.

Otto roots around in various places looking and listening for any signs of movement, all ready the easy to find have been secured, now begins the more grim task where the best you can truely hope for is to identify the bodies, or dust, of those left behind. o O (if only I would have brought baggies)

He heard rumors of the earth swallowing one of his clansmates. He knows with the carnage there is little hope of finding James, but more then one kindred is missing and all of them are worth finding.

Otto spares a moment to try and call Saboth, to see if he survived and to give him what information he can.