Snippet #2413913

Oreron

Morning's light wasn't something that was welcomed to the neco. The shine that the inside of his helm produced often slightly blinded him for a time before he could get his bearings again. However, in these times...there were mornings that he didn't want to be witness to.

The stirred with a groan, his jaw crackling in his ear and the familiar metalic taste of blood in his mouth. He blinked thinking that it was his and he had fallen on something that cracked his teeth in someway. However, his vision started to clear and his helm opened slightly and there he saw his own nightmare again.

The bodies of several neco males lay around him, mauled by some sort of animal and missing large chunks of flesh seemingly bitten out of their necks and arms. And Oreron knew exactly what animal had done this. He helm his head as if in pain, the smell of blood not only making him sick, but also putting him into a frenzy again. Whispers of voices past coming back to haunt him once again. His eyes darted around to scout his surroundings. He realized that he was some ways away from the bar that he had told Faith and Aleph to sleep for safety. And for their own good. He sighed, feeling himself falling into the frenzy slowly again as he walked quickly away from the massacre. His armor was covered in the evidence of his nighttime loss of control.

If only he could prevent it like he had years past...