Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
September 29th, 2010 
09:09 pm - Distress
Matt knew Asuna was running as fast as she could. He knew that he was in trouble. He knew he was bleeding but he staunched most of it.

Sodden in vomit and blood running down his sides with a heat-scarred set of ribs, he waited, barely teetering on consciousness after the unintentional beating he took from the girl.

He couldn't find it in him to be upset. She was suffering, same as he was.

Will... was Matt's last thought before he almost slipped into unconsciousness.

(ooc: keep it to one thread please.)
Devlin was out of control, there was no doubt about it. With the contagion in his system, he couldn't calm down. In his transformed state, he continued to attack Ben, swinging at him with an arm transformed into a crystal blade.

Their battle brought them to the park, but Devlin didn't seem to notice his surroundings. All that mattered was the fight.

[Since it's gotten so big, tagging order from here on out will be May, Devlin, Ben, Nura, Hikari]
Birds of prey are birds that hunt for food primarily on the wing, and as a result, these creatures have evolved sharp eyesight to compensate for the unusual distance maintained between predator and prey. Komali was no different— and though the infection raged through his body, his eyesight remained clear.

He was hunting.

He didn't need anyone to take care of him. He didn't need to be alone. In fact, he felt...good. Very good. Who needs them?

Nobody.

That thought didn't feel as good, and the uneasiness upset him. It made him angry. If nobody needs them, then...why should they be here? Why should they be allowed to stay?! No. No, how dare they!


A movement, down below! The bird-child homed in on it like a beacon, folding in his wings and diving for the kill. He didn't need a mother! He was a hunter! The impact, when it came, only brought that edge of anger into sharper focus. He didn't just want to move and jump and fly, he wanted to rip and tear with teeth and beak and talons.

Everything was itchy, and he needed to give vent to the rabid, ceaseless urge to hurt.
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