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asgardmeridiem2014-05-21 10:31 pm
olderthanyourjesus) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-05-21 10:31 pm
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( closed ) Glory and gore go hand in hand
Who: Godric and Adam
What: Godric is still feral
When: last bit of the event
Where: some indescriminate location where Godric can do his thing
Rating: R, for violence?
[He doesn't entirely understand this place or why he's here. There are pieces in his head missing, and he can feel them acutely. He wants to think he isn't himself, but hundreds of years of exile have left him not entirely intact either. It took centuries to undo what those years alone had done to him, and now he's forgotten it all.
He's hungry. Always hungry. It isn't just that need that seemingly went away, but he tells himself he needs to feed, even without his abilities. It makes it harder. He can't compel and he doesn't have his speed. But Hodric has been a hunter for a long time. So he waits until the sun sets, and then he begins the prowl. The sound of night is a comfort, even if he's already felt the sun (a very strange occurance). Still with the fever growing he doesn't always remember this place.
He takes to the shadows and the alleys. It is easier to find what he's looking for, unable to even try human food again. His stomach rumbles, and he tries to quiet it. He needs blood.]
What: Godric is still feral
When: last bit of the event
Where: some indescriminate location where Godric can do his thing
Rating: R, for violence?
[He doesn't entirely understand this place or why he's here. There are pieces in his head missing, and he can feel them acutely. He wants to think he isn't himself, but hundreds of years of exile have left him not entirely intact either. It took centuries to undo what those years alone had done to him, and now he's forgotten it all.
He's hungry. Always hungry. It isn't just that need that seemingly went away, but he tells himself he needs to feed, even without his abilities. It makes it harder. He can't compel and he doesn't have his speed. But Hodric has been a hunter for a long time. So he waits until the sun sets, and then he begins the prowl. The sound of night is a comfort, even if he's already felt the sun (a very strange occurance). Still with the fever growing he doesn't always remember this place.
He takes to the shadows and the alleys. It is easier to find what he's looking for, unable to even try human food again. His stomach rumbles, and he tries to quiet it. He needs blood.]
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[ he doesn't suspect anything untoward from the older immortal, hmming thoughtfully. ] Are you alright? [ you're the one sketchily hanging out in alleys bro. ]
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I could be better. Still adjusting here.
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Yes, well... The faster you allow yourself to acclimate, the better.
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I am told. [A toothy grin.] You know this place well, yes? [He staggers slightly closer. It's hard not to attack like a rabid hyena. But he is not rabid. He must reel in his emotions. Adam may be the antelope separated from the pack, but Godric must strike at the right moment or else frighten it away. So he must be personable, must be the young man most think of him, not capable of much. He bides his hunger.]