Owen - Wait, what?
It was a full evening, to be sure. Visions of rending claws, social meetings, a possible conversion and finally settling into a role, it seemed. Owen smiled a bit as he wandered back into the top floor of the Divine Comedy. Suddenly, he was filled with...such rage. His control was slipping, even more tonight than usual for some reason, and everything went red.
He was only vaguely aware of what happened then. Of the shots fired, of the burning hand going for his throat. He saw Ambrose reach out and suddenly the rage was oddly muddled, and he felt *good* underneath. Numbed as he was, the unrestrained Beast fought on, albeit ineffectually, and he could hardly bring himself to stop it.
When the crossbow bolt buried itself in his chest and he fell, he saw a moment the face of Ferratus, and the claws again. Oh. OH. Ladies, he wondered in that split second before the Sleep took him. Ladies, why can't You ever be clear, just once?
And then nothing, which gradually gave way to something else entirely.
He was only vaguely aware of what happened then. Of the shots fired, of the burning hand going for his throat. He saw Ambrose reach out and suddenly the rage was oddly muddled, and he felt *good* underneath. Numbed as he was, the unrestrained Beast fought on, albeit ineffectually, and he could hardly bring himself to stop it.
When the crossbow bolt buried itself in his chest and he fell, he saw a moment the face of Ferratus, and the claws again. Oh. OH. Ladies, he wondered in that split second before the Sleep took him. Ladies, why can't You ever be clear, just once?
And then nothing, which gradually gave way to something else entirely.