Abel Parrish + Fenrir (devourer) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-04-26 10:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | fenrir, freyr, loki |
ein Raubtier das vor Hunger schreit
Who: Abel, Rafe, & Nish.
What: Abel partially transforms and stalks his fellow Norse pantheon deities.
Where: Each tenant's respective floors, then the third floor.
When: April 22, Saturday evening.
Notes: Mood Music and Translation.
Abel opened his eyes to his apartment; he was mostly asleep on the couch, passing in and out of unconsciousness as he struggled to handle the growing thing in his brain that threatened to engulf him. He'd felt it all his life; that dark, heavy sensation that coiled in the back of his mind, that pushed him to do taboo things unsanctioned by society at large. And now, after the dream with the man called Tyr, with Nish who'd burned him with her icy-cold touch (though he knew she had not been herself, but something else, something more, something different, something hated), Abel found himself scraping at the edge of control. He leaned forward on his couch, bare feet on the floor, hands wrapping around the edge of his skull. Whatever the thing was, it pulsed, threatening to crack it wide and escape, to leave the carapace of his form and unleash the destruction that it had been promised.
He muttered to himself, trying to bring back some sense of... And then he fell forward on all fours, onto the rug that was meant to protect such things from the hardwood floor (or was it the reverse?) because now his nails were claws, digging into the ground. He arched his back, pain threading through every limb as his flesh contorted, retracted, changed. Clothing ripped, revealing white parcels of flesh now sprouting hair. No, not hair, Fur. Abel grimaced, groaning as his face pressed forward, mouth and nose elongating into the semblance of a snout. Teeth too sharp for a human mouth nipped at his lips, but all of this was forgotten as the thing that was Abel was taken back, gently secured in a box, and the thing that was something else took control. It ran forward on all fours around his apartment, tearing up the floor, shredding the rug. One wall became a victim as it finally found the door, sensing an exit, not understanding how to work the knob. It crashed into it, splintering the doorway, caving the door in from the inside.
Then it swung loose, properly defeated, the knob and frame shattered. The thing that had been Abel rose up onto its hind legs and moved through the fifth floor, leaving long claw marks in the dirt and waving grasses of the fifth floor, intent on making his descent to where he belonged.