Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Enough, Ronin almost wants to snap at Remi, but gods that wouldn't go down well on a regular night, let alone when every hunter in the complex is within a one mile radius of them (that's how it seems, anyway). "Alright, well. Let's see what we've got," he mutters instead, before setting off after the duo with the walkie talkies.
Given that they're somewhat late to the party - and won't that make them popular, what with Ronin strolling along with the science wing's secret weapon - he's expecting abject chaos, but as they draw closer to the heart of the coordinates, things remain eerily, suspiciously quiet.
Then Ronin spots the first bodies.
Bludgeoned, lacerated, or foaming at the mouth and still convulsing a little, it looks as though what happened to the hunters - and some bystanders - is a combination of a lot of horrific things at once, and Ronin hisses out a curse under his breath. "What the fuck is this," he begins, just as they round a corner and it all becomes nightmarishly clear.
A line of hunters have formed a barricade in a defensive position, and beyond them stands a creature both grotesque and disturbing in proportions. It looks almost like a man riding a horse, only not - fused to the creature at the waist, both equine and human are one and the same.
Oh, and they've been flayed raw, ruby muscle glistening wetly against the half-light, stretched tight over bone and sinew. With arms that are freakishly long, ending in hands too large for any human, the creature swings suddenly and wildly towards the barricade. Almost too quick to track with one's eyes, it sends one of the hunters smashing against a nearby brick wall. The force is enough to send stone crumbling, and the figure that crumples to ground afterwards is unmistakeably dead.
So that's that.
Given that they're somewhat late to the party - and won't that make them popular, what with Ronin strolling along with the science wing's secret weapon - he's expecting abject chaos, but as they draw closer to the heart of the coordinates, things remain eerily, suspiciously quiet.
Then Ronin spots the first bodies.
Bludgeoned, lacerated, or foaming at the mouth and still convulsing a little, it looks as though what happened to the hunters - and some bystanders - is a combination of a lot of horrific things at once, and Ronin hisses out a curse under his breath. "What the fuck is this," he begins, just as they round a corner and it all becomes nightmarishly clear.
A line of hunters have formed a barricade in a defensive position, and beyond them stands a creature both grotesque and disturbing in proportions. It looks almost like a man riding a horse, only not - fused to the creature at the waist, both equine and human are one and the same.
Oh, and they've been flayed raw, ruby muscle glistening wetly against the half-light, stretched tight over bone and sinew. With arms that are freakishly long, ending in hands too large for any human, the creature swings suddenly and wildly towards the barricade. Almost too quick to track with one's eyes, it sends one of the hunters smashing against a nearby brick wall. The force is enough to send stone crumbling, and the figure that crumples to ground afterwards is unmistakeably dead.
So that's that.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
