[[ if anyone wants to write an NPC feel free at any point in this thread. It is not pre-written I'm killing some time for some other threads to wrap. ]]
The hungers were fueled by the dark pleasures of taking a life. Nox hated the monster he was becoming -- or rather re-becoming. Memories he'd thought long forgotten resurfaced. His first time killing a god with Jacob. It wasn't pleasure but it was satisfaction of a job well done -- the praise that followed. What he would have done to hear those words from his father.
The whole idea of pleasing his father turned his stomach. But the horde latched on to the feelings and pushed his own memories at him -- feeding their lusts and desires. They wanted more and self pleasuring in the shower after a hearty steak dinner wasn't going to suffice tonight.
Nox learned from his father -- he hated the facts. But it was what it was. He knew how to find what he needed. He truly missed Oriena in that moment. A quick call -- and he'd have exactly what he horde needed the violence and the sex rolled into one. It would sate the beast inside.
Even in the middle of a place he'd never been Nox knew the signs of brothels and whore houses. Or even the woman walking the street who desired money for sex. But his feet carried him into a different place -- a different world. No the horde wanted violence -- Nox wanted to punish himself for the thoughts and feelings he was reliving. And a women no matter how good at her job wasn't going to cut it.
Nox left his gear and only took the credit chit and identification with him. He thought about leaving his wallet behind, but he'd probably need that to translate. He didn't know any Chinese.
He found himself in a rough and tumble bar filled with Chinese gangsters. They all stared at him when he walked in, but he didn't let it stop him as he made his way to the bar and ordered whatever was on tap with a little help from the translator on his Wallet.
The bartender didn't bring his drink, instead several men surrounded his bar stool and a big man growled in Chinese at him. Nox held up a finger and turned the translator back on. "Sorry, man, didn't understand that."
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" The translator replied after he spoke in his words again angrily.
"Having a drink and looking to be fucked." Nox said, however the Nox was pretty sure that wasn't what the translator said. Or maybe it was and the implication that any of them might be gay resulted in the punch to his gut followed by another fist to his side until Nox was ready to curl up on the ground to protect his more vital organs. And then the feet started.
The horde reviled him, but the pain and the blood coursing through his body, the violence enticed them. Thrilled them even. But even Nox had a line. A few of them started kicking their feet at his head and neck and that was more than enough for Nox. Nox reached in through the slime slicked light of the power and he wove a blast of air that flung the attackers from him with ease.
Several of the men were pinned to the nearest wall, others had toppled over tables as Nox got up off the ground dabbing his thumb at the busted lip and grunting just a little as he sat down on the bar stool he'd vacated. "I'll have that beer now."
He let the power go and waited for whatever they wanted to throw at him.
The hungers were fueled by the dark pleasures of taking a life. Nox hated the monster he was becoming -- or rather re-becoming. Memories he'd thought long forgotten resurfaced. His first time killing a god with Jacob. It wasn't pleasure but it was satisfaction of a job well done -- the praise that followed. What he would have done to hear those words from his father.
The whole idea of pleasing his father turned his stomach. But the horde latched on to the feelings and pushed his own memories at him -- feeding their lusts and desires. They wanted more and self pleasuring in the shower after a hearty steak dinner wasn't going to suffice tonight.
Nox learned from his father -- he hated the facts. But it was what it was. He knew how to find what he needed. He truly missed Oriena in that moment. A quick call -- and he'd have exactly what he horde needed the violence and the sex rolled into one. It would sate the beast inside.
Even in the middle of a place he'd never been Nox knew the signs of brothels and whore houses. Or even the woman walking the street who desired money for sex. But his feet carried him into a different place -- a different world. No the horde wanted violence -- Nox wanted to punish himself for the thoughts and feelings he was reliving. And a women no matter how good at her job wasn't going to cut it.
Nox left his gear and only took the credit chit and identification with him. He thought about leaving his wallet behind, but he'd probably need that to translate. He didn't know any Chinese.
He found himself in a rough and tumble bar filled with Chinese gangsters. They all stared at him when he walked in, but he didn't let it stop him as he made his way to the bar and ordered whatever was on tap with a little help from the translator on his Wallet.
The bartender didn't bring his drink, instead several men surrounded his bar stool and a big man growled in Chinese at him. Nox held up a finger and turned the translator back on. "Sorry, man, didn't understand that."
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" The translator replied after he spoke in his words again angrily.
"Having a drink and looking to be fucked." Nox said, however the Nox was pretty sure that wasn't what the translator said. Or maybe it was and the implication that any of them might be gay resulted in the punch to his gut followed by another fist to his side until Nox was ready to curl up on the ground to protect his more vital organs. And then the feet started.
The horde reviled him, but the pain and the blood coursing through his body, the violence enticed them. Thrilled them even. But even Nox had a line. A few of them started kicking their feet at his head and neck and that was more than enough for Nox. Nox reached in through the slime slicked light of the power and he wove a blast of air that flung the attackers from him with ease.
Several of the men were pinned to the nearest wall, others had toppled over tables as Nox got up off the ground dabbing his thumb at the busted lip and grunting just a little as he sat down on the bar stool he'd vacated. "I'll have that beer now."
He let the power go and waited for whatever they wanted to throw at him.
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