When will Trent rage?
Trent slept uneasy, tossing and turning, waking each time his movements became to violent and Fangs or Ace nipped him to make him stop. He finally awoke, early, before the others. Shifting to human form to open the door he leapt out, becoming wolfen again as he ran through the forests.
His dreams came back to him in pieces and blurs. He saw a great darkness, then a burning eye, opening. It reminded him of Lord of the Rings. Sauron, staring down at him from the tower at the end of the world. Then another eye opened, and then a third. Which each new appearance, forests burned, seas boiled, life died and he was helpless to do any more than merely watch.
Still he ran, fast and hard as if to work the memories from his brain. The sun shone down and he panted beneath its heat. Coming to a cool stream he paused, lapping some refreshing water from the bubbling brook. Suddenly his ears twitched up, noise detected by them. It was a vehicle, off road. It stopped and he heard the sounds of doors opening and closing followed by men’s voices.
“There’re here. Nearby.” one man said.
“There might be up to a dozen of them.” another spoke.
The first laughed, “Unless they’re immune to silver, numbers don’t really matter, now do they.”
“Remember!” a third man said, his voice deeper and sounding more foreign than the others, “Leave the Skin Dancers alive. Or you will answer to me.”
Trent ventured closer to see a large jeep, seeing the symbol of Magadon, Inc. on its side, the company that captured and skinned him, that changed Mira to a Seven Skin. The men he recognized as their guard, six of them present. The last man he also recognized, though he had never seen him before. He looked identical to Cacama, Mira’s new husband. But Cacama was back in the van, so this, he realized must be the twin Mira talked about, a Black Spiral Dancer.
Trent paused at the sight and then felt the rage he had been bottling inside tear free, his vision going red as his form shifted to a nine foot tall monstrosity and he rushed towards his foes, unthinking and unfeeling.
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Mira woke with a start to the sounds of Garou roars permeating the forests. These were followed by several gunshots and then silence. Looking around, the first thing she noticed was the open door and the second thing was that Trent was missing.
His dreams came back to him in pieces and blurs. He saw a great darkness, then a burning eye, opening. It reminded him of Lord of the Rings. Sauron, staring down at him from the tower at the end of the world. Then another eye opened, and then a third. Which each new appearance, forests burned, seas boiled, life died and he was helpless to do any more than merely watch.
Still he ran, fast and hard as if to work the memories from his brain. The sun shone down and he panted beneath its heat. Coming to a cool stream he paused, lapping some refreshing water from the bubbling brook. Suddenly his ears twitched up, noise detected by them. It was a vehicle, off road. It stopped and he heard the sounds of doors opening and closing followed by men’s voices.
“There’re here. Nearby.” one man said.
“There might be up to a dozen of them.” another spoke.
The first laughed, “Unless they’re immune to silver, numbers don’t really matter, now do they.”
“Remember!” a third man said, his voice deeper and sounding more foreign than the others, “Leave the Skin Dancers alive. Or you will answer to me.”
Trent ventured closer to see a large jeep, seeing the symbol of Magadon, Inc. on its side, the company that captured and skinned him, that changed Mira to a Seven Skin. The men he recognized as their guard, six of them present. The last man he also recognized, though he had never seen him before. He looked identical to Cacama, Mira’s new husband. But Cacama was back in the van, so this, he realized must be the twin Mira talked about, a Black Spiral Dancer.
Trent paused at the sight and then felt the rage he had been bottling inside tear free, his vision going red as his form shifted to a nine foot tall monstrosity and he rushed towards his foes, unthinking and unfeeling.
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Mira woke with a start to the sounds of Garou roars permeating the forests. These were followed by several gunshots and then silence. Looking around, the first thing she noticed was the open door and the second thing was that Trent was missing.