If Myt asks for a password, it's "Cardamom". Stay safe.
[ Unfortunately for one of them, it's not entirely possible. Somewhere down the road on the way back, something calls. It's barely noticeable at first, mostly drowned out by the burning ache brought on by the deep gouges left behind by one of the many crystal-fused aberrations. Perhaps in hindsight he should've reached out sooner rather than now, long after his skin started to grow pale and fragmented. Degradation had been his first thought but when none of the other signs and symptoms followed Roche had allowed himself to breathe easy and power on through the discomfort.
He should've done something before whatever he felt pulling at every fiber of his being grew too strong and subconsciously made him turn his handlebars towards it. There were a lot of things he would've, could've, should've'd before it came to this. Maybe if he had, there wouldn't be a red bike sitting in the ditch with the remnants of a shattered crystal some twenty feet away in a field with smaller fragments following a trail of paw-shaped prints in the dirt.
It's almost an hour before Roche, or... what remained of Roche made it back into town proper. Gone was the man and SOLDIER, replaced by something much more bestial — he shambled along on all fours like a wolf and even looked like one from a distance, but up close? A monster. A monster that was following something back to the bakery. Whether it was a scent, a desire, or something else was a mystery. All he knew was the chorus of voices that had grown louder urged him there, telling him to find. What he finds instead leaves him puzzled, and for a fraction of a moment he tries to speak. Kazuya?
Roche's — the wolf's — lip curls back in a growl and whatever recognition had been there disappears in the next breath. ]
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[ Unfortunately for one of them, it's not entirely possible. Somewhere down the road on the way back, something calls. It's barely noticeable at first, mostly drowned out by the burning ache brought on by the deep gouges left behind by one of the many crystal-fused aberrations. Perhaps in hindsight he should've reached out sooner rather than now, long after his skin started to grow pale and fragmented. Degradation had been his first thought but when none of the other signs and symptoms followed Roche had allowed himself to breathe easy and power on through the discomfort.
He should've done something before whatever he felt pulling at every fiber of his being grew too strong and subconsciously made him turn his handlebars towards it. There were a lot of things he would've, could've, should've'd before it came to this. Maybe if he had, there wouldn't be a red bike sitting in the ditch with the remnants of a shattered crystal some twenty feet away in a field with smaller fragments following a trail of paw-shaped prints in the dirt.
It's almost an hour before Roche, or... what remained of Roche made it back into town proper. Gone was the man and SOLDIER, replaced by something much more bestial — he shambled along on all fours like a wolf and even looked like one from a distance, but up close? A monster. A monster that was following something back to the bakery. Whether it was a scent, a desire, or something else was a mystery. All he knew was the chorus of voices that had grown louder urged him there, telling him to find. What he finds instead leaves him puzzled, and for a fraction of a moment he tries to speak. Kazuya?
Roche's — the wolf's — lip curls back in a growl and whatever recognition had been there disappears in the next breath. ]