Nox ignored the Ascendancy's words. He hadn't called him Atharim... he'd only meant this was what it was to be Atharim. Even if the lord and overseer of this great nation was former Atharim, he didn't want the association. Nox didn't blame him, but despite his own upbringing he was nothing if not Atharim.
Jay... Nox turned around with a smile on his face. Jay didn't trust him. Nox smirked. "I love you too." He rolled his eye at Jay, but then he went on, asked a pointed question -- what happened to him.
There had been no retaliation for his slicing Allan's weave, and even while he glared at Nox he followed none-the-less so Nox dropped the box sliced through the box with another weave of spirt. The shards of the pattern falling away like silver tinsel only a man could see. The darkness before faded with the humor of Jay's word, though Nox could feel the hunger welling up inside just outside the emptiness. Nox pulled a jerk stick from his bag and carefully unwrapped it. It would not be good to pull the horde to them while everyone was on edge from the last fight. They were in the free in clear now that the horde went the opposite direction for a short while anyway. Feed one hunger before the others got away from him.
"I lost an arm -- but it's more than that." Nox said. He waited for Jay's footsteps to match his own and they walked side by side. Nox's voice dropped but he doubted it was for Jay's ears alone, the power sang all around them."It changed me. Darker impulses thrive in my brain. And I can feel them." Nox waved his hand off in the direction of Nova and the rest of the horde. "They have three modes -- fight, feed and fuck. Not necessarily in that order and definitely not the words to describe the reasons. The live to breed and feed -- survival at it's basic elements. And you being here." Nox pointed to the ground, "Is both good and bad. Good because you remind me I'm human, and two well I have more than one reason to avoid your charms." He smirked.
They rounded a bend in the tunnels and Nox made a beeline for a pile of tumbled rocks. He easily shifted the rock and revealed a hidden cache of supplies. "Sleeping bags and rations for the journey. This isn't a one night only thing. This is a journey to the center of the fucking earth until all the horde is gone. When I feel dead inside and completely alone in my head then we'll go home. So now, if you have more important things to do you should take the route," Nox pointed back the way they came, "we just came from and follow the next junction back to the surface. The land warriors will lead you topside. I won't promise it's safe, nor will I promise you won't get lost. But the horde is not that way. We go deeper in. If we find the lab, we destroy it because nothing about these things is natural."
Jay... Nox turned around with a smile on his face. Jay didn't trust him. Nox smirked. "I love you too." He rolled his eye at Jay, but then he went on, asked a pointed question -- what happened to him.
There had been no retaliation for his slicing Allan's weave, and even while he glared at Nox he followed none-the-less so Nox dropped the box sliced through the box with another weave of spirt. The shards of the pattern falling away like silver tinsel only a man could see. The darkness before faded with the humor of Jay's word, though Nox could feel the hunger welling up inside just outside the emptiness. Nox pulled a jerk stick from his bag and carefully unwrapped it. It would not be good to pull the horde to them while everyone was on edge from the last fight. They were in the free in clear now that the horde went the opposite direction for a short while anyway. Feed one hunger before the others got away from him.
"I lost an arm -- but it's more than that." Nox said. He waited for Jay's footsteps to match his own and they walked side by side. Nox's voice dropped but he doubted it was for Jay's ears alone, the power sang all around them."It changed me. Darker impulses thrive in my brain. And I can feel them." Nox waved his hand off in the direction of Nova and the rest of the horde. "They have three modes -- fight, feed and fuck. Not necessarily in that order and definitely not the words to describe the reasons. The live to breed and feed -- survival at it's basic elements. And you being here." Nox pointed to the ground, "Is both good and bad. Good because you remind me I'm human, and two well I have more than one reason to avoid your charms." He smirked.
They rounded a bend in the tunnels and Nox made a beeline for a pile of tumbled rocks. He easily shifted the rock and revealed a hidden cache of supplies. "Sleeping bags and rations for the journey. This isn't a one night only thing. This is a journey to the center of the fucking earth until all the horde is gone. When I feel dead inside and completely alone in my head then we'll go home. So now, if you have more important things to do you should take the route," Nox pointed back the way they came, "we just came from and follow the next junction back to the surface. The land warriors will lead you topside. I won't promise it's safe, nor will I promise you won't get lost. But the horde is not that way. We go deeper in. If we find the lab, we destroy it because nothing about these things is natural."
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