Rasui (sleepdeprived) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-12-03 21:41:00 |
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The Wild Hunt could be fun but took a number out on the mental witch. The slip of time and pocket dimension the Cirque resided in for the three days did not bring the calm like Elia's voids could. Each scream echoed and echoed and echoed. Slashes, tearing, and splattering of blood dragged through his mind in endless patterns while the faint noises of times before and other areas of that limited world dug their claws into his brain and tried to pull him down into their pits. Some time on the second day a patron had grabbed a hold of his wrist as the man attempted to run from the Wendigo that pursued it. Issac in the midst of madness had used the physical contact to plunge into the man's mind, turn him around and send him right back into the arms of the wild creature. In the entirety, the interaction had not taken very long but had given enough time for the talisman bracelet Issac wore to be ripped off his wrist and left to the cold grounds of the Cirque to be trampled and broken in other pursuits. It had taken until after the Hunt ended and the wild winds of the pocket dimension to return to where they came for the boy to realize it was gone. Intense and instant pain of a thousand Moscow voices crashed into his head, leaving Issac moaning on the ground with hands gripping his hair as he tried to crawl back to his trailer. |