Who: Elia & Kennet What: An overloaded battery. When: November 6th, early morning Where: Kennet's trailer. Rating: Adult.
Elia had felt the change, the passage from one realm to the next. By then, she could feel so many things. The pulse of the Cirque moving through her, thrumming with energy so strong and dark that it threatened to pull down the barriers between the witch and the darkness. There was so much, more than she had been able to draw in during her very first Hunt, more than she had ever sought to harness before.
Her body hummed with it, her mind pushed and pulled by the power that she was trying to contain. So much darkness, so much wickedness, and in such a short time.
Naamah wasn't at hand; it was doing its own recuperating, and Elia didn't have the fine control needed to call it back. Instead, she left the site of her last, private sacrifices just before dawn began to lighten the sky, moving toward the only creature that she knew could handle what she had siphoned from the Wild Hunt.
The witch was trembling with energy when she leaned against the Ringmaster's door. Her shadows were living things, curling around her body, sliding across her skin, threatening to pull her further into the darkness. The control that she maintained in her heightened state was tenuous, thready. Maybe it was the exertion that left her breathless; maybe it was the pulse of power itself. It was certainly the latter that left her dark eyes glassy and unfocused. It was sort of like an acid trip - with less pretty colors and more chance of serious destruction, should her power slip its leash.