End to the Nightmare (Carnival)
Nov. 3rd, 2023 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thelatechrisfreemanIn what he can only view as a horrible mockery of his long-ago fate, he finds himself in an arena holding a spear. He can feel its thirst for blood as if it were his own. He has long since mastered the feeling, but there is too much wildness in this weapon, he does not know if he can stave it off for long.
"Seems we must fight," [Erik] tells his opponent through clenched teeth, with fangs in full view. "No hard feelings, I hope?"
[ Duel takes place here (locked entry) ]
If the crowd doesn't like it, they can do what they will. All the fight has gone out of Chris.
It starts with one crazed spectator, driven mad by the demonic insistence for blood and violence -- he clambers over the barrier between the seats and the arena's fighting floor, then charges for Chris's prone form. As he begins kicking at Chris in between wordless screams, a few more approach. And then more.
Hands starts grabbing and pulling at Chris. Hands in their hair, yanking their head from side to side -- hands gripping and tearing at their clothing -- nails raking against their flesh to draw blood. Feet kick and stomp, not always hitting their body, but when it happens Chris cries out. There's so many people, and they seem determined to tear Chris apart.
Desperate to get away, Chris purposely taps into their connection with the Between -- deeper than usual, with far more risk of becoming lost. Their eyes glow red and then flare painfully bright --
and the bloodthirsty mob is left without a single target, turning on one another in their rage.
Far away from it all, Chris lays their head on the barren, stony ground of the Between for Marrow Isle, and sobs as though their heart was fit to break.
"Seems we must fight," [Erik] tells his opponent through clenched teeth, with fangs in full view. "No hard feelings, I hope?"
[ Duel takes place here (locked entry) ]
If the crowd doesn't like it, they can do what they will. All the fight has gone out of Chris.
It starts with one crazed spectator, driven mad by the demonic insistence for blood and violence -- he clambers over the barrier between the seats and the arena's fighting floor, then charges for Chris's prone form. As he begins kicking at Chris in between wordless screams, a few more approach. And then more.
Hands starts grabbing and pulling at Chris. Hands in their hair, yanking their head from side to side -- hands gripping and tearing at their clothing -- nails raking against their flesh to draw blood. Feet kick and stomp, not always hitting their body, but when it happens Chris cries out. There's so many people, and they seem determined to tear Chris apart.
Desperate to get away, Chris purposely taps into their connection with the Between -- deeper than usual, with far more risk of becoming lost. Their eyes glow red and then flare painfully bright --
and the bloodthirsty mob is left without a single target, turning on one another in their rage.
Far away from it all, Chris lays their head on the barren, stony ground of the Between for Marrow Isle, and sobs as though their heart was fit to break.