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08-31-2015, 08:49 AM
The best word to describe his hunter and bonded is irritated.
Manhattan, irritated that she must shed her winter coat. Knox, irritated that he has found himself lost, irritated that he cannot tear his brother to shreds and that he must tolerate the abhorrent for the sake of his future daughter's safety, irritated that he is awake, irritated that he must be tasked with the labor of breathing, and... shit.
There's the goddamn fucking Moon Goddess.
She stands there and he feels taunted. He feels rage build up inside him as he cloaks himself in the dappled shadow and light left by this odd canopy and shifts through all maddened forms until he can't stand there as anyone.
Manhattan could care less about her bonded's immature problems. She's always hated those gods, and her most of all. She just keeps scratching, as if covered in fleas, trying to rid herself of the excess black that covered her in winter. The faint breeze carries black, silken tufts across the scene, rolling them towards the crowd, casting them at oozing feet. Some was caught in the odd patches of water about or the odd greenery, spreading and soaking up the liquid. Such clumps would remain, for a time.
Knox is pacing. He is screaming in his head, all the minds are screaming.
Calm down, Manhattan tells him as she scratches, her tongue lolling impatiently.
I'm going to kill her, Knox bites back, heart racing, ears pinned.
Not worth it.
I don't care.
Do you ever?
I'M GOING TO KILL HER!
And it is almost too much to keep himself from screaming the words aloud.
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And I Will Laugh Until I'm Tired
I Will Battle With a Strange Desire
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@Random Event
Manhattan is scratching and shedding fur that is blowing towards everyone/the infected. Some catches in pools of water and on greenery and can remain for other possibly infected to find later.
Knox is cloaked and cannot be seen or heard.
