Namur ([personal profile] om_nom_namur) wrote in [community profile] estoria 2015-09-07 02:51 pm (UTC)

[Oh ohhhh shit.

There's a million things in Namur's mind as a million bits of Grell's mind splatter all over him. Blood in the air, crashing over his rational mind like a tsunami. His father's final stand, half of his head burned through by that son of a bitch that punched a fist made of lava through a brother. She tastes good. She's already dead, she and Marco have literally ripped each other to pieces before just for fun, she'll be fine. He should move. Catch her. Dig his teeth in and catch the last fleeting bits of whatever spark of life keeps her animated and take it to fuel his own. No. They need to run. Or he needs to run. Find who did this, sink his teeth into them. It's been too long since he's had a good hunt. His vision is red. Grell would like the shade...]


RUN.

[Namur slams his hands against the walls, breathing hard and trying not to breathe at all, teeth clamped shut after that one syllable. If the fearless, brave, or stupid among them don't immediately start hightailing it, he'll muster up enough Will to open his mouth once more and manage to not attempt goring one of them in an effort to make their Life his own.]

NOW!

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