Blooming days

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎: no one/ᗪEᑎKI

The bitter scented wind whispered across the barren landscapes of what used to be London. There were few structures left for anyone other than the vampires to hide in from the gentle rain that almost always seemed to be falling. Most of the people who lived in these now ash houses had moved away years ago or met the same fate as their homes. There was nothing but bleak stone brick houses and dying crops for miles in the surrounding area. The slowly falling blanket of night didn't improve atmosphere of the area much aside from the occasional candle being lit from inside and the few straggling non vampires climbing back down into tunnels below the earth to hide from their rulers or slinking away in their respective dimensions, long defeated and sullen.

Strangely enough a small group of younger fae, witches and werewolves refused to enter the underground like most of their species. They held signs and banners with messages similar to 'Species equality' and 'Homes for all or none'. The group started a chant following the slogans making quite the ruckus on the almost silent landscape before. They were determined to be heard and seen to prove a point, each fighting for their own reasons. All standing together with the sort of strength you had from being close in a cause. These youth had had enough of being treated lesser than vampire kind.

Amongst the protestors stood a young werewolf; he had scruffy yellow hair pinned back by an old Bobby pin and his once light blue hoodie was ragged and dirty from near constant use, he wore a scarf across the freckled face hiding it from direct view. Amongst his friends and ally's his freckled face shouted as one of the loudest, mostly because his house was one of the first to be burnt. While shouting he was covering his ears instead of baring a sign, mostly due to wanting to remain in the group although his head was spinning from all the sound. He, like all the others knew the consequences of getting caught so all of the group wore masks across their face and aside from the slight colour difference in hoods their only major difference between their 'uniforms' was a large number painted on their shoulder in faded red ink. Denki had the number three as he and his two closest friends; Sero and Kirishima, had helped him create the rebellion. Denki happened to be the only of the three leaders there today, due to the others having to go into hiding again from threats from the monarchy or recovering from a defeat. He had even come back from the fire realm for the occasion. This didn't dishearten him just yet, although he knew the risks of today, especially seeing as soon he was supposed to be escaping the country. Hiding far away.