That hasn't changed. Though he tried to channel his aggression into learning the sword, chaining up his other side held him back, made him lose confidence... He's never able to find his center so long as that other half exists, and that hasn't changed either. Just a scant few days after the full moon and he's kept himself under control, but his grip on his Harpy side is slipping, the ropes fraying, and it's not long before there's a dream where he finds himself in a black city that feels wrong.
He was cautious, at first-- looking for his friends, trying to get the lay of the land. It wasn't hard to see what was going on here. But he can't hide how angry he is to see it, how absolutely repugnant it all is, and after an outburst he gets collared and chained like the others and shoved into a line. For sale. That's what this is. That's what all these people are gathered for-- the selling of people and their labor, like they're livestock.
Feathers fluff up his hair, spreading rapidly down his spine and to his elbows and making him itch, and there are talons now that he's mad as hell. He won't call on that side for help, if he has a weapon he can-- but no. The more he resists it, the stronger the Harpy comes out, and the next thing he knows he's crashing through the crowd with a roar, damn near snapping the podium in half when he throws a guard into it, and grabbing a second guard by the throat so he can choke slam him into the ground. His chains are not broken but the weight of them isn't slowing Rean down at all. He doesn't have hollow bones yet, and whatever they were attached to is no longer... well, attached.]
How could you?!
[A few more guard-witches approach him, about to issue commands and preparing to subdue him. He throws his chains at one of them, wrapping tightly about the witch, and then tossing him into the others. He needs his sword. Where is his sword? Whatever, he'll just grab one off this extremely unconscious guard.
This is officially a scene and it's about to get a lot bloodier.]
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That hasn't changed. Though he tried to channel his aggression into learning the sword, chaining up his other side held him back, made him lose confidence... He's never able to find his center so long as that other half exists, and that hasn't changed either. Just a scant few days after the full moon and he's kept himself under control, but his grip on his Harpy side is slipping, the ropes fraying, and it's not long before there's a dream where he finds himself in a black city that feels wrong.
He was cautious, at first-- looking for his friends, trying to get the lay of the land. It wasn't hard to see what was going on here. But he can't hide how angry he is to see it, how absolutely repugnant it all is, and after an outburst he gets collared and chained like the others and shoved into a line. For sale. That's what this is. That's what all these people are gathered for-- the selling of people and their labor, like they're livestock.
Feathers fluff up his hair, spreading rapidly down his spine and to his elbows and making him itch, and there are talons now that he's mad as hell. He won't call on that side for help, if he has a weapon he can-- but no. The more he resists it, the stronger the Harpy comes out, and the next thing he knows he's crashing through the crowd with a roar, damn near snapping the podium in half when he throws a guard into it, and grabbing a second guard by the throat so he can choke slam him into the ground. His chains are not broken but the weight of them isn't slowing Rean down at all. He doesn't have hollow bones yet, and whatever they were attached to is no longer... well, attached.]
How could you?!
[A few more guard-witches approach him, about to issue commands and preparing to subdue him. He throws his chains at one of them, wrapping tightly about the witch, and then tossing him into the others. He needs his sword. Where is his sword? Whatever, he'll just grab one off this extremely unconscious guard.
This is officially a scene and it's about to get a lot bloodier.]