Always tumbling down over that abyss of Madness

[moonlitknight]

Who: Zero and Open
What: Zero loses his shit falls to his bloodlust
When: May 4th
Where: Everywhere.
Warnings: Blood, violence, manipulation, self-harm, he'll be an arrogant ass too


He digs at his throat obscuring the tattoo. The pain a welcome change to the raw hunger clawing at his throat making it impossible to even think! His stomach churns and his form convulses bringing him to his knees. His hands slam forward breaking the fall as his instincts single out the faint sound of a heart beating in the distance. He covers his ears to block out the sound but it doesn't go away!

Starvation.

It turned vampires mad. And Zero had been starving himself for far too long.

His body screams in agony, forcing his instincts to the surface as hunger grips him in its claws forcing his heart rate up, the sound mixing with the steady one in the distance. It was close. If he--

"Stop it!"

He grits his teeth and his breathing falls into ragged breaths. He's losing control. Beneath the blood and raw skin, his tattoo begins to glow and his eyes pulse a deep red. He's slipping, falling off the ledge of sanity and the monster lurking inside raises its head and tests the will that always kept it at bay, and for the first time it come away with a grin. The Hunter lost more than his memories, he lost his strength to defy it.

Time passes and his throat begins to heal while that beating heart echoes in his mind drawing the vampire toward the source, a wide grin marring its lips when its meal falls within its sights.

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[dominatriarch]

She has no choice but to pull it back. Even if that whip is a shinki, she doesn't want to risk hurting Kinuha. Instead, she charges in close again with her arm extended.

"Saiki!"

Kinuha is called back and replaced with a large broadsword. She brings it down, making the blade whistle in the air at the force of the movement. Whoever this... creature is... he's one of them. She can't kill him but her attack should certainly be enough to chase him away from Hajime and her shinki.

[redotiertwo]

With Zero distracted by the whip, Davesprite uses the time to gain air, moving away from the trees so they can't be used as a booster to the vampire's already impressive jumping skills. He hears the familiar sound of a hard-hitting blade and glances back to see Bishamon's attack even as he keeps moving.

Even if Bishamon clearly has things well in hand, the clenching, useless feeling in his gut says he should be trying to help with both sides of this instead of just moving to safety, and he clutches Hajime to him a little tighter as he flies beyond level with the tops of the surrounding trees.

[moonlitknight]

The blade sinks home and blood runs down his shoulder effectively taking it out of commision along with his arm. He's no Pureblood so he can't heal it fast enough to continue on with this fight and win, so the vampire glowering with a deep hatred uses his speed one last time to rush her veering off at the last second and disappearing into the trees. He'll need blood to heal the wound. Blood and time.

[dominatriarch]

He's gone before she can swing the Saiki one more time. Maybe it's by chance that the blade is a heavy thing and needs time on the upswing but either way, her attack has fulfilled its purpose. She pauses, hesitating somewhat. Should she give chase? Maybe not. After all, he's either a god or someone's shinki -- maybe. Either way, she's managed to chase him off and that's enough.

She turns her attention back up to Davesprite. "How is she?" she asks, leading Kuraha up to them.

[redotiertwo]

As soon as the vampire splits for the trees and vanishes, Davesprite starts to fly back down, looking around to make sure this isn't just a brief retreat for a surprise attack. He flashsteps the last section to land right in front of Bishamon, though his head is bent down to look at Hajime anyway.

"Still alive, thank whoever the hell has domain over that shit, but I don't know how long that's gonna last if we keep hanging out here." His talons tighten a little on her, not enough to break skin but probably enough to leave brief dimples in it, and his lips part enough to show how tightly his teeth are gritted. "Fuck, I...she always fucking texts, or calls, or sends me some random cute bullshit picture or does something to tell me she's coming home late. I should've left before she had to pull that thread."

He draws a breath as if to say something else, but ends up just closing his mouth. The 'what the hell kind of shinki am I' can stay unsaid, that can of worms doesn't need opening when they're supposed to be helping Hajime.