10-25-2023, 08:59 PM
The guy spoke into the ear of a woman with him, one that Jaxen didn’t recognize, but he kept his eyes glued to the face of the one he did. They ducked out pretty quickly, obviously recognizing him in turn, and Jaxen was faced with a choice.
One, a cold river of fear shivered right through him. He rubbed his wrists as though the metal still dug to the bone. The sounds of Mik’s fight faded, drowned by the memory of Earless’ endless moaning.
Then, the river ran warm. An anger that Jaxen didn’t even know existed in him churned hot. He’d been unable to defend himself at the time those cannibals snatched him off the street, but now… Now he wanted to meet them again.
He followed after them, ducking between the shoulders and bodies pivoted toward the fight mere steps away, sliding and squeezing as he moved. The Ancient Power was begging to be unleashed, though he wasn’t sure what to do with it once that particular cage was thrown open.
He eagerly positioned himself to cross their path on the way to the exit, where he was leaning against the wall, feet crossed at the ankle and studying his fingernails with all the casual air of an impromptu coincidence.
And when he smiled, it was with the grin of a serpent greeting its meal.
“Oh how the tables have turned,” he said in greeting. He studied the woman first, looking her up and down, and found some approval in her, even if she was a bloodthirsty cannibal, and he assumed she was. Then he turned his attention to the guy and waited to see what he would do.
One, a cold river of fear shivered right through him. He rubbed his wrists as though the metal still dug to the bone. The sounds of Mik’s fight faded, drowned by the memory of Earless’ endless moaning.
Then, the river ran warm. An anger that Jaxen didn’t even know existed in him churned hot. He’d been unable to defend himself at the time those cannibals snatched him off the street, but now… Now he wanted to meet them again.
He followed after them, ducking between the shoulders and bodies pivoted toward the fight mere steps away, sliding and squeezing as he moved. The Ancient Power was begging to be unleashed, though he wasn’t sure what to do with it once that particular cage was thrown open.
He eagerly positioned himself to cross their path on the way to the exit, where he was leaning against the wall, feet crossed at the ankle and studying his fingernails with all the casual air of an impromptu coincidence.
And when he smiled, it was with the grin of a serpent greeting its meal.
“Oh how the tables have turned,” he said in greeting. He studied the woman first, looking her up and down, and found some approval in her, even if she was a bloodthirsty cannibal, and he assumed she was. Then he turned his attention to the guy and waited to see what he would do.