He's not in the mood for lies, or for whatever weapon that man's reaching for. He tightens his grip, opening his mouth to stop the blathering--
Everything splits open with a sudden haze of shimmering light and pain in his skull.
The streets are dark and busy tonight, full of every flavor of being on the Sword Coast. He's not prowling for new prospects, though. He's been sent out to find a particular morsel and bring them home with him tonight.
He's going to be blamed for what's done after that, of course. Familiarity breeds contempt and all that.
The young fool's just down the street. Time to hide the dead-eyed hunger, put on his prettiest smile and--
What in the Hells is that noise?
The sky tears open, tentacles pouring forth. He's forced to turn and run toward the young man, a stupid direction to go, but he can't stop, he's not allowed to--
A massive weight smashes into and through him, and he's gone.
He's dropped the knife, gasping and clutching his throbbing head. There's images in his mind now, places and feelings that are utterly alien to him. "What was that? What's going on?"
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Date: 2023-04-15 03:38 am (UTC)Everything splits open with a sudden haze of shimmering light and pain in his skull.
The streets are dark and busy tonight, full of every flavor of being on the Sword Coast. He's not prowling for new prospects, though. He's been sent out to find a particular morsel and bring them home with him tonight.
He's going to be blamed for what's done after that, of course. Familiarity breeds contempt and all that.
The young fool's just down the street. Time to hide the dead-eyed hunger, put on his prettiest smile and--
What in the Hells is that noise?
The sky tears open, tentacles pouring forth. He's forced to turn and run toward the young man, a stupid direction to go, but he can't stop, he's not allowed to--
A massive weight smashes into and through him, and he's gone.
He's dropped the knife, gasping and clutching his throbbing head. There's images in his mind now, places and feelings that are utterly alien to him. "What was that? What's going on?"