03-27-2024, 11:07 AM
A Rougarou nest with a siren and a fucking godling who can heal. What was next? And of course they were working with Vaia Plus. His anger rose and he was grateful for the information but the kid, Ashton was very seriously underestimating him. Even as they talked Nox could feel the horde's growing fury at being captive.
The siren left him in the cage after jabbing him with another syringe full of whatever the concoction was that left him limp and groggy. Left him to his own devices, but not without tipping Nox over and carving a slice of flesh from his calf. The pain was aweful but he didn't scream. There was only feeling he couldn't move even if he wanted to. The girl healed him before they both left and the scar that remained hurt when he stretched. This was going to end badly for them.
The horde's presence grew. Nox leaned into it. Leaned into the feeling and instinct. He'd get out. He was trapped in more ways than one. It wasn't beastial instincts that drove him, he had a mind, and he was capable of so much.
The darkness shifted in his head. Grew. It wanted blood. To kill. And Nox didn't stop it. Didn't reign it in. He couldn't, he had no power over the thoughts. His anger powered the horde. His past deep and dark and murderous. He wrapped himself in the void of emptiness where the power usually sat, it was there untouchable. It made his heart race with panic. Searing pain echoed in his body at memories of being unable to control it.
The pain sent memories of the horde dying in the tunnels scorching his skin, flesh melting from his body.
But his mind was safe in the emptiness. Away from the darkness. Unbroken.
The siren left him in the cage after jabbing him with another syringe full of whatever the concoction was that left him limp and groggy. Left him to his own devices, but not without tipping Nox over and carving a slice of flesh from his calf. The pain was aweful but he didn't scream. There was only feeling he couldn't move even if he wanted to. The girl healed him before they both left and the scar that remained hurt when he stretched. This was going to end badly for them.
The horde's presence grew. Nox leaned into it. Leaned into the feeling and instinct. He'd get out. He was trapped in more ways than one. It wasn't beastial instincts that drove him, he had a mind, and he was capable of so much.
The darkness shifted in his head. Grew. It wanted blood. To kill. And Nox didn't stop it. Didn't reign it in. He couldn't, he had no power over the thoughts. His anger powered the horde. His past deep and dark and murderous. He wrapped himself in the void of emptiness where the power usually sat, it was there untouchable. It made his heart race with panic. Searing pain echoed in his body at memories of being unable to control it.
The pain sent memories of the horde dying in the tunnels scorching his skin, flesh melting from his body.
But his mind was safe in the emptiness. Away from the darkness. Unbroken.
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