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Under a Blooded Moon
Title: Under a Blooded Moon
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Notes: Rated PG-13 to possibly borderlined R for decently intense material. Lessons in attacking with pure emotion.
He hadn't heard a reply from the Omnicom contraptions but that didn't stop the creature from his own lessons.
There was much Renne wanted, needed to learn. He had to start somewhere and what better than to begin with the familiarity of what is already known? Renne stayed within a Sensorium chamber boosted in unexplainable ways thanks to one Human in all of this Multiverse.
The mere thought of said Human made him smile.
And then Renne became very serious.
He loosened the reins on himself; loosened all the logic he had left. Partially Transcended, the creature let his thoughts go where they needed to for this.
Anger filtered through and unearthed a very old and unmended catalyst.
Feel my thunder.
The atmosphere around him corresponded well with a self-teaching lesson that was as hard as this.
Fire and water rose. Skeletons rotted from the sea shambled in. Six Humans stood in a line behind unnatural minions and behind them stood the Drow. It was he against them. Bones rattled and voices laughed.
The guns cocked.
Renne howled and threw hell at his adversaries. He knew them all. And he was angry.
Jarlath fired first. The bullet blazed head-on for a wave of hatred made into something frighteningly tangible. Brynna and Cillian advanced. A hair-raising anthem rose from his voice as the duo began to chant, firing their weapons off in rapid succession.
Flames and smoke danced around them. The sea roared in a hurricane around that and the rain pelted mercilessly from above.
Quillion leered at the little creature and cocked his weapon.
"Under a blooded moon."
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Notes: Rated PG-13 to possibly borderlined R for decently intense material. Lessons in attacking with pure emotion.
He hadn't heard a reply from the Omnicom contraptions but that didn't stop the creature from his own lessons.
There was much Renne wanted, needed to learn. He had to start somewhere and what better than to begin with the familiarity of what is already known? Renne stayed within a Sensorium chamber boosted in unexplainable ways thanks to one Human in all of this Multiverse.
The mere thought of said Human made him smile.
And then Renne became very serious.
He loosened the reins on himself; loosened all the logic he had left. Partially Transcended, the creature let his thoughts go where they needed to for this.
Anger filtered through and unearthed a very old and unmended catalyst.
Feel my thunder.
The atmosphere around him corresponded well with a self-teaching lesson that was as hard as this.
Fire and water rose. Skeletons rotted from the sea shambled in. Six Humans stood in a line behind unnatural minions and behind them stood the Drow. It was he against them. Bones rattled and voices laughed.
The guns cocked.
Renne howled and threw hell at his adversaries. He knew them all. And he was angry.
Jarlath fired first. The bullet blazed head-on for a wave of hatred made into something frighteningly tangible. Brynna and Cillian advanced. A hair-raising anthem rose from his voice as the duo began to chant, firing their weapons off in rapid succession.
Flames and smoke danced around them. The sea roared in a hurricane around that and the rain pelted mercilessly from above.
Quillion leered at the little creature and cocked his weapon.
"Under a blooded moon."