I fear who I am becoming
[WHO] Seth Nightlord, Esther Blanchett
[WHERE] their not so perfect little home
[ABOUT] Not feeding tends to result in bad things
[WARNINGS] Violent thinking...possible cursing...things like that.
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We must feed.
That was the one thing that was on her mind. She, no they…those machines, they needed nourishment. It was a desperate need with no one around to fulfill it. They’d been worked past their limit. Never in the many centuries that passed since the war had they been so active. Never had she been struck sick with hunger. A hunger that wasn’t hers. It was the crusnik. It was that cursed technology. She cursed. Seth cursed in every language she knew under her breath.
Even the short walk to the bathroom seemed like a struggle. She had no motivation to go there other then praying that a little cool water would help her mind and body ease. It wouldn’t end her hunger. But she could idly hope she could get them to calm down. The notions that began to form in her head were insane. Find something else. There were humans from other worlds. Maybe their blood had something useful. The thought was quickly shunned. Terrans weren’t food.
Slowly she came to the sink and turned on the cold water. She splashed her face a few times. Sadly it didn’t help. Deep down the scientist in her knew there was only one true thing to do. Find another suitable food source. She gritted her teeth at the thought. Feeding from terran. Filthy terrans. That echoed in her mind. Hesitantly she lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time in many centuries she looked different. Pale. Sick. And in her eyes she could see it. Their nature just dying to break free. The bloodlust they craved. The carnage they wanted to wreck. The carnage and destruction only a Nightlord, only a crusnik could wreck.
Finally in frustration she slammed her fist into the mirror effectively shattering it. Pieces scattered around her. Some had managed a few cuts that were sealed up within half a minute. Yet no matter what her fist didn’t move. There was nothing to stare back at her now. No monster. No scientist. No crusnik. Seth almost considered praying to God that something could sate the nanomachines. She knew there was nothing. The human being could accept that. The crusnik could not. Now she was stuck. There was nothing to do. Just wait. Wait and hope there was something that could be done.
[WHERE] their not so perfect little home
[ABOUT] Not feeding tends to result in bad things
[WARNINGS] Violent thinking...possible cursing...things like that.
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We must feed.
That was the one thing that was on her mind. She, no they…those machines, they needed nourishment. It was a desperate need with no one around to fulfill it. They’d been worked past their limit. Never in the many centuries that passed since the war had they been so active. Never had she been struck sick with hunger. A hunger that wasn’t hers. It was the crusnik. It was that cursed technology. She cursed. Seth cursed in every language she knew under her breath.
Even the short walk to the bathroom seemed like a struggle. She had no motivation to go there other then praying that a little cool water would help her mind and body ease. It wouldn’t end her hunger. But she could idly hope she could get them to calm down. The notions that began to form in her head were insane. Find something else. There were humans from other worlds. Maybe their blood had something useful. The thought was quickly shunned. Terrans weren’t food.
Slowly she came to the sink and turned on the cold water. She splashed her face a few times. Sadly it didn’t help. Deep down the scientist in her knew there was only one true thing to do. Find another suitable food source. She gritted her teeth at the thought. Feeding from terran. Filthy terrans. That echoed in her mind. Hesitantly she lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time in many centuries she looked different. Pale. Sick. And in her eyes she could see it. Their nature just dying to break free. The bloodlust they craved. The carnage they wanted to wreck. The carnage and destruction only a Nightlord, only a crusnik could wreck.
Finally in frustration she slammed her fist into the mirror effectively shattering it. Pieces scattered around her. Some had managed a few cuts that were sealed up within half a minute. Yet no matter what her fist didn’t move. There was nothing to stare back at her now. No monster. No scientist. No crusnik. Seth almost considered praying to God that something could sate the nanomachines. She knew there was nothing. The human being could accept that. The crusnik could not. Now she was stuck. There was nothing to do. Just wait. Wait and hope there was something that could be done.