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itinere2015-09-18 03:32 pm
trapdoorspider) wrote in itinere2015-09-18 03:32 pm
Look at your mind, look at the strength you never found
What: Nightmare Event
Who: Myrnin + You
Warnings: Not pretty. Never, ever pretty. You've been warned.
Myrnin never wanted this. Amelie had only told him a fraction of it You'll be able to learn forever and that fraction had been all that Myrnin had needed to know. He's monster enough that even if she'd told him this part, he would have said yes.
That doesn't mean that he hates it even less. He hates the way the hunger and the need to hunt grow inside of him. He hates the way it takes over the intelligent man that he usually is, the intelligent man that he takes so much pride in. When the hunger and the hunt take him over he loses that man entirely, yet that man is able to remember every moment, every smell, every taste.
Moments like right now. He's surrounded by blood, his vision gone all red. There is nothing of that intelligent man. Myrnin is all monster, wrecking pain and death like some reaper. He is indiscriminate when he's like this and at his age, he is a perfect killing machine, and right now, he knows it.
He turns with an inhuman speed at the sound. Perhaps it's a heartbeat that alerts him, or the intake of breath or maybe just the smell of someone new, someone not yet dead. The chance to get out is now. There won't be one in 3, 2, 1....
Who: Myrnin + You
Warnings: Not pretty. Never, ever pretty. You've been warned.
Myrnin never wanted this. Amelie had only told him a fraction of it You'll be able to learn forever and that fraction had been all that Myrnin had needed to know. He's monster enough that even if she'd told him this part, he would have said yes.
That doesn't mean that he hates it even less. He hates the way the hunger and the need to hunt grow inside of him. He hates the way it takes over the intelligent man that he usually is, the intelligent man that he takes so much pride in. When the hunger and the hunt take him over he loses that man entirely, yet that man is able to remember every moment, every smell, every taste.
Moments like right now. He's surrounded by blood, his vision gone all red. There is nothing of that intelligent man. Myrnin is all monster, wrecking pain and death like some reaper. He is indiscriminate when he's like this and at his age, he is a perfect killing machine, and right now, he knows it.
He turns with an inhuman speed at the sound. Perhaps it's a heartbeat that alerts him, or the intake of breath or maybe just the smell of someone new, someone not yet dead. The chance to get out is now. There won't be one in 3, 2, 1....