07-20-2016, 05:17 PM
Dane was a twitch with excitement. It thudded his heart loud in his ears and flushed his face pink. Nox called it hunting, and Dane found he word fitting. He tip toed beside Nox, light of foot and slender in shadow, but his mind was cast far ahead-imagination bright with possibility. This was an outlet for emotion pent up since he left Aria. In Mexico he crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, one Aria would not approve even if she partook in the act herself - and he knew how the temptation would tickle her mind until she submitted. He eagerly awaited the day he introduced her to that level of intimacy. But Moscow was more regulated than Mexico. Arson and slaughter was frowned upon within the borders of the CCD jewel. But down here.... Dane's mouth twitched in the darkness unseen. Down here was freedom. Down here he could be more than the Mockingbird. Down here, he could be a god.
Nox's pace slowed moments before the first beady eyes of rodents crossed their path. One. Then two. Then dozens skittered underfoot. His foot squished on something soft and with a sharp squeal, it slithered away, nipping at his heel. "Bloody rats," Dane uttered with too much familiarity.
Then he felt it. A presence of darkness and menace growing mighty, stretching its wings across their minds. He seethed beneath bared teeth against a would-be threat to this, his newly chosen domain.
He seized the forces for himself and let it consume him with a strength that straightened his back and hastened his steps.
Fire and light blossomed across his field of vision. Dogs - or mangy creatures that resembled them - snarled. A homeless man faced one down. But Dane's attention swiveled between two others.
He jumped into the storm of forces adding his own - ropes of light that injected themselves into the dog creature nearest him. It yelped high pitched screams but the noise of internal torture was drowned out by Dane's joyous laughter.
He took his time killing the beast.
Nox's pace slowed moments before the first beady eyes of rodents crossed their path. One. Then two. Then dozens skittered underfoot. His foot squished on something soft and with a sharp squeal, it slithered away, nipping at his heel. "Bloody rats," Dane uttered with too much familiarity.
Then he felt it. A presence of darkness and menace growing mighty, stretching its wings across their minds. He seethed beneath bared teeth against a would-be threat to this, his newly chosen domain.
He seized the forces for himself and let it consume him with a strength that straightened his back and hastened his steps.
Fire and light blossomed across his field of vision. Dogs - or mangy creatures that resembled them - snarled. A homeless man faced one down. But Dane's attention swiveled between two others.
He jumped into the storm of forces adding his own - ropes of light that injected themselves into the dog creature nearest him. It yelped high pitched screams but the noise of internal torture was drowned out by Dane's joyous laughter.
He took his time killing the beast.