This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.

Hanzō · 11-14-2021, 07:23 PM

It was no longer a matter of simply not feeling like himself any more: Hattori simply wasn't. He barely even looked like the Shogun, a hollow shell, thin with jagged shoulders protruding out as he thudded across the beach, leaking ooze that landed with a wet twack against the sand. His form was riddled with swollen lumps and tumours, bulging his lymph nodes at the base of his throat, armpits and groin area. His breathing was laboured, and his heart was racing, he'd been running but he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here. Or where here even was. But it felt important, deep in the back of his mind like a scab he wanted to pick off till it was fresh and stinging.

Through the drooling ooze his senses were near useless, hazy and unfocused. Wet. And yet ahead he heard the mourning cry of a feline as it stood huddled over something, someone. He thudded closer, struggling to make out what was happening only to jerk to a halt. He didn't recognise the wolf, only that a strange thought thrashed its way to the forefront of his mind. They were playing dead, this was a trick to lower his defences. A ruse to strike Hattori at his weakest. Well, he would show them who was weak.

Moving in close, he pressed an oversized paw against the strangers' throat, expecting-almost hoping- Lament would thrash in protest. Except he didn't move, not even a twitch or a reflex. And for some reason that infuriated him, beyond belief and reason. He saw red, or would have if he could see more than a blur.

Without warning or hesitation he moved whip quick. Grabbing a hold of the caracal's head, his teeth gripped its skull as he raised the creature off the ground and promptly slammed it into the sand. Bashing and slamming it up and down over and over in a mindless act of self-indulgent violence. He faintly heard its howls and screeches of protest, felt claws swiping at his face but continued anyway. Whipped and lashed till it felt limp and squishy, like a dangling bag of liquid and chunks.

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This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.

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Hanzō