[size=9pt]Blood smeared, thick, across mouths. The unforgettable sound of tearing flesh. It's something he'd known so well as a child it became the norm; his mother wasn't his mother unless her face was stained crimson. The pridelands weren't the pridelands without a corpse. And it'd left its mark on him. Enough to wake him in the few hours of sleep he managed to get, heart throbbing in his throat. But he hadn't seen it here. It was one of the reasons he was able to settle in the endless feilds of the Ascendants. No guts, no gore.
But lately everything had been going to shit. Like now, when he broke into the clearing to find two corpses and Danny looking like nothing he'd seen him as before. The horror scene makes him pause, and he listens to the voice that spills from the child in disbelief, before he gets a hold of himself and intervenes. "Danny! Stop." He says, disturbed voice almost drowned out by the sounds of digging. The child continues and Moon realizes he has to do something, advances on the body quick and stands over it. He puts himself between the two and attempts to shove the child away, hopefully just enough to knock him out of his trance. Lips drawn back in disgust, he glances at the mess he stands over and back to the child, seemingly speechless. But that never lasts long. "What the hell are you doing, kid?"
But lately everything had been going to shit. Like now, when he broke into the clearing to find two corpses and Danny looking like nothing he'd seen him as before. The horror scene makes him pause, and he listens to the voice that spills from the child in disbelief, before he gets a hold of himself and intervenes. "Danny! Stop." He says, disturbed voice almost drowned out by the sounds of digging. The child continues and Moon realizes he has to do something, advances on the body quick and stands over it. He puts himself between the two and attempts to shove the child away, hopefully just enough to knock him out of his trance. Lips drawn back in disgust, he glances at the mess he stands over and back to the child, seemingly speechless. But that never lasts long. "What the hell are you doing, kid?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]