[ Laios collapses mid-step, heavy rain pelting hard against his skin as he struggles against his own body. How long has it been since he felt so small?
But this time is different. Childhood bullies give way to a holy man, so righteous in his violent path to salvation. No monster could be this cruel, this calculating; they come as they are, hideous and hungry and horrible. Humans wrap their vicious nature beneath a veneer of civility, of pretension. But even a man of the faith can fall back on baring their teeth when cornered. The act of breathing is a labor in it of itself, but he can't help but scoff at the irony. For what is a human, if not the worst beast of all?
He digs his paws deep in the dirt, the grass as plush as carpet. His heart races as he watches, unmoving. The crunch of bone and splatter of blood fill him with a sense of retribution he had almost forgotten. For her. He snarls at the roar of thunder overhead, sparks flying off him as feels the same pain he felt not so long ago. But there's no confusion this time, only anger.
Emporio's new memories begin to twist together reality and fantasy. Dreams of monster hoards storming through a village, hunting and devouring any human in their wake. Their jagged teeth sinks into flesh, pulling it from the bone as their sharp claws rip limbs from bodies. The screams of death don't seem to bother him at all. This is what he wanted. Imagination peels away to reveal drawings of the same creatures, all by him, and all hideous and hungry and horrible, but most of all, comforting. ]
HA HA HA WOW JACKPOT immediately collapses into a puddle (tw gore and violence)
But this time is different. Childhood bullies give way to a holy man, so righteous in his violent path to salvation. No monster could be this cruel, this calculating; they come as they are, hideous and hungry and horrible. Humans wrap their vicious nature beneath a veneer of civility, of pretension. But even a man of the faith can fall back on baring their teeth when cornered. The act of breathing is a labor in it of itself, but he can't help but scoff at the irony. For what is a human, if not the worst beast of all?
He digs his paws deep in the dirt, the grass as plush as carpet. His heart races as he watches, unmoving. The crunch of bone and splatter of blood fill him with a sense of retribution he had almost forgotten. For her. He snarls at the roar of thunder overhead, sparks flying off him as feels the same pain he felt not so long ago. But there's no confusion this time, only anger.
Emporio's new memories begin to twist together reality and fantasy. Dreams of monster hoards storming through a village, hunting and devouring any human in their wake. Their jagged teeth sinks into flesh, pulling it from the bone as their sharp claws rip limbs from bodies. The screams of death don't seem to bother him at all. This is what he wanted. Imagination peels away to reveal drawings of the same creatures, all by him, and all hideous and hungry and horrible, but most of all, comforting. ]