Post by Weaver on Sept 24, 2014 21:11:34 GMT -8
Reawakening
Winter, 2000
Dino woke to the Beast howling in panic. Long months trapped in the dark of his own mind with only the Beast for company led to both It and the Man scrambling for the light of the outside world, each fighting for control over the other.
The Beast won.
Punching and kicking, the gruesome claws characteristic to his clan ripping free of the ends of his fingers and straining to reach and rend the restraints holding him from flight.
"Dino," The small, pale Kindred hushed calmingly, "Dino, I know. I'm here for you, we can get through this, okay?
"GRRRRAGGGGHHHH!" Fangs snap in her direction and he strains every muscle, throwing himself back and forth. The wood and leather bedframe shook... But held.
"I know," She said quietly, staying far enough back that he wouldn't be able to get her but close enough to be there for him. "I have more blood for you when you calm down."
What feels like hours later the Beast has spent itself enough that the Man can force it down to the depths where it belongs. Somewhere in that time, the Beast had noted Amgrim had left, satisfied in leaving him in Nix's care.
She stayed with him the entire time, and once he had calmed down she gently stroked the side of his face. "Hey, welcome back." She said with an encouraging smile. "Hungry?"
"We...' the rasp of his voice makes him pause and swallow. "We have to stop meeting like this..."
Pain and darkness needs be left behind, because the world never stopped turning while the Sleep
Of Death held him tight.
The first to know of his return beyond the cousins of his Clan were the Family of Miss Stanton, presenting himself quietly with apologies for his enforced absence.
Rumor and whispers of Dino being wounded in the WTO riots stood him in good stead, the now iron-grey hairs behind his right ear and the change in his walk proof enough for the relieved bikers in his gangs that their contact, advisor, and friend had spent time recuperating in a stupor and was returned to them a darker and harder man.
Bolger received invitation to a resumption of their monthly private poker game out of the blue, and Dino put up as good a front for the ghoul who liaised with his hidden ally as he could, but was sure the fence noticed the changes in his demeanor.
The next court, Dino planted himself in a corner, crossed his arms, and moved no farther while he watched his fellow Kindred, faces old and new, turn and wheel as pawns and pieces on the Prince's board.
As the years went by, Dino learned where the Beast had strained its chains while he was trapped with It in the dark. Walking a fine line between giving it needful rein and clamping down on it... Was difficult. Small irritations both mortal and Kindred alike suddenly writ large on the demands of his nights made it no easier.
Winter, 2000
Dino woke to the Beast howling in panic. Long months trapped in the dark of his own mind with only the Beast for company led to both It and the Man scrambling for the light of the outside world, each fighting for control over the other.
The Beast won.
Punching and kicking, the gruesome claws characteristic to his clan ripping free of the ends of his fingers and straining to reach and rend the restraints holding him from flight.
"Dino," The small, pale Kindred hushed calmingly, "Dino, I know. I'm here for you, we can get through this, okay?
"GRRRRAGGGGHHHH!" Fangs snap in her direction and he strains every muscle, throwing himself back and forth. The wood and leather bedframe shook... But held.
"I know," She said quietly, staying far enough back that he wouldn't be able to get her but close enough to be there for him. "I have more blood for you when you calm down."
What feels like hours later the Beast has spent itself enough that the Man can force it down to the depths where it belongs. Somewhere in that time, the Beast had noted Amgrim had left, satisfied in leaving him in Nix's care.
She stayed with him the entire time, and once he had calmed down she gently stroked the side of his face. "Hey, welcome back." She said with an encouraging smile. "Hungry?"
"We...' the rasp of his voice makes him pause and swallow. "We have to stop meeting like this..."
Pain and darkness needs be left behind, because the world never stopped turning while the Sleep
Of Death held him tight.
The first to know of his return beyond the cousins of his Clan were the Family of Miss Stanton, presenting himself quietly with apologies for his enforced absence.
Rumor and whispers of Dino being wounded in the WTO riots stood him in good stead, the now iron-grey hairs behind his right ear and the change in his walk proof enough for the relieved bikers in his gangs that their contact, advisor, and friend had spent time recuperating in a stupor and was returned to them a darker and harder man.
Bolger received invitation to a resumption of their monthly private poker game out of the blue, and Dino put up as good a front for the ghoul who liaised with his hidden ally as he could, but was sure the fence noticed the changes in his demeanor.
The next court, Dino planted himself in a corner, crossed his arms, and moved no farther while he watched his fellow Kindred, faces old and new, turn and wheel as pawns and pieces on the Prince's board.
As the years went by, Dino learned where the Beast had strained its chains while he was trapped with It in the dark. Walking a fine line between giving it needful rein and clamping down on it... Was difficult. Small irritations both mortal and Kindred alike suddenly writ large on the demands of his nights made it no easier.