[[ moving Allan in the order placement so I don't have two in a row. And I can spread the story direction out a little better. ]]
All eyes were on the Ascendancy. He was the big wig. But also he was their boss. All of them -- except maybe Nox. If he said he was going home, what would have Allan done? But he didn't need to worry about that as the man approached his alloted gear and started removing clothes.
The power raged all around him, all of them seemed to hold it even if for just the mere enhanced eyesight. He heard the muttered "Holy fuck!" from their guide. Allan caught Nox turning around to busy himself with the gear. Setting aside three other piles. Three? What the fuck?
In between piles he pulled out another stick of jerky and started gnawing on it.
"Why are there three more piles? And do you plan on sharing the sticks you keep gnawing on."
Nox looked back at him. The glint in his eyes spoke of things dark and... Allan didn't have a word for it. Predatory was a word, but it didn't quite cover the look. It was filled with hunger and desire and death. A grotesque yip sounded from the shadows drawing Nox's attention and he tore off another bite of the jerky before he went back to his work. "I guess that's a no to sharing."
He grabbed his pack of supplies from the pile and backed away from Nox. The other man didn't look at him, there was a soft muttering coming from him. Was he chanting a mantra? It was too soft to hear even with the power enhanced hearing. Allan took his things over near the Ascendancy. "Are we expecting others?"
All eyes were on the Ascendancy. He was the big wig. But also he was their boss. All of them -- except maybe Nox. If he said he was going home, what would have Allan done? But he didn't need to worry about that as the man approached his alloted gear and started removing clothes.
The power raged all around him, all of them seemed to hold it even if for just the mere enhanced eyesight. He heard the muttered "Holy fuck!" from their guide. Allan caught Nox turning around to busy himself with the gear. Setting aside three other piles. Three? What the fuck?
In between piles he pulled out another stick of jerky and started gnawing on it.
"Why are there three more piles? And do you plan on sharing the sticks you keep gnawing on."
Nox looked back at him. The glint in his eyes spoke of things dark and... Allan didn't have a word for it. Predatory was a word, but it didn't quite cover the look. It was filled with hunger and desire and death. A grotesque yip sounded from the shadows drawing Nox's attention and he tore off another bite of the jerky before he went back to his work. "I guess that's a no to sharing."
He grabbed his pack of supplies from the pile and backed away from Nox. The other man didn't look at him, there was a soft muttering coming from him. Was he chanting a mantra? It was too soft to hear even with the power enhanced hearing. Allan took his things over near the Ascendancy. "Are we expecting others?"