Feed the Horde

[Nox]

Oriena broke the kiss with laughter deep in her throat. The horde knew the laugh, knew the violence that was about to follow. A cold tingle rose along his spine as she embraced her power. The horde rallied in his head, drew on the darkness. The desire and pain, her hand around his neck a hard reminder who claimed power. Nox had no problem with that claim, or what she might do with it in that moment. The horde fueled his desires. His mind didn't fight hard against the horde. He was tired. Even though his body was healed, his mind was weak and tired and the mental exhaustion only set in when he knew Oriena would handle things.

There was a thought about the innocent lives at stake, but big tough Russian men who throw bottles at couples displaying affection in the bar didn't deserve his mercy. Much like those who helped the Rougarou feed didn't deserve it, only hours before. That fire raged inside still unfetted by the healing. The horde latched on and Nox knew he should act but he didn't. There was a brief moment that Nox knew he could draw upon the power and do something, but he didn't know what she planned and he didn't want to get hurt himself either.

Glass shattered around them. It was like a chorus of chaos as the glass in the man's hands broke and their precious liquids spilled upon their hands and whatever else was in the liquids fall towards the ground. Mingled with the various drinks was mixed blood as their hands shreded in the explosion.

The bottles behind the bar shattered with such force that small shards of glass pelted the Nox's back. He'd be cleaning small shards of glass from his clothes for months. He was grateful that this clothes were going to be trashed later. Burnt to a cinder along with those people.

The men in the bar shouted. Nox wasn't truly aware of those around him, his eyes never left Ori's as she grinned at him. He spoke in a distant voice, not devoid of feeling, just cold and distant. "I'd do as she says. I'm not of the mind to stop her."

Three days he was held and tortured. Three days of being trapped in his own mind. Three days the horde did not get a reprieve and it was not going to let go know that Nox had given them control. "Leave them be." It wasn't an order, no command in his voice. Maybe there was a hint of begging but only a hint as he leaned in and kissed her hard. His bitten lip ached but he didn't care. What happened next was all up to them, and to Oriena. He hoped they left. He hoped she'd leave them be if they didn't, but Nox let the horde have what ever it wanted in that moment -- it didn't care. Violence or sex.