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warforged2014-08-05 11:39 pm
beholdthedrums) wrote in warforged2014-08-05 11:39 pm
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and the violence caused such silence [closed]
Who: The Master and Lady
What: The Master goes on a demon-killing spree :|
When: uhhh fff when was this supposed to be... July 23rd ish. After the Doctor poofs.
Where: Briefly Obsidian Sanctum, over to northwestern Silverglen
Warnings: Ummm blood, demon killing. Character death.Most pathetic death ever.
The sound of drums is never a consistent rhythm, their ebb and flow changing with his thoughts and mood, but they're always still familiar. When the Doctor disappears (gone, free, dead without regeneration?), the drumbeat cuts off violently and the always-underlying thought of Time Lord teeters into silence.
It's disorienting and maddening and for the first time since he arrived in Azeroth, the rock in the Obsidian Sanctum twists upward and over in a jagged arch, away from the bank that had been containing a river of lava. The lava splashes and sizzles when the arch crashes back down courtesy of the Master's lack of control, and he flinches away, stunned only for a moment before the rising need to do something becomes too strong.
For once he has too much energy. Too many souls fed upon and no way to release it. Not here is the only reasonable thought to cross his mind, echoed beneath the dark whisperings that like to hide in corners of the drumming.
He needs to fill and buffer that silence, even as the drums roar for blood and battle, it isn't enough. There's that corner, something he's become accustomed to, and it's gone, gone, gone--
So the Master does something he never does because survival instincts have kept him from it: he hunts demons. Alone. He stalks through fields and forests, inhibitions long gone, recklessly throwing of Fire and Shadow magic til it saturates the air around him.
He keeps trudging along.
More.
He needs more blood.
So when Lady comes across him, he's on his last legs, struggling to finish off his current battle.
What: The Master goes on a demon-killing spree :|
When: uhhh fff when was this supposed to be... July 23rd ish. After the Doctor poofs.
Where: Briefly Obsidian Sanctum, over to northwestern Silverglen
Warnings: Ummm blood, demon killing. Character death.
The sound of drums is never a consistent rhythm, their ebb and flow changing with his thoughts and mood, but they're always still familiar. When the Doctor disappears (gone, free, dead without regeneration?), the drumbeat cuts off violently and the always-underlying thought of Time Lord teeters into silence.
It's disorienting and maddening and for the first time since he arrived in Azeroth, the rock in the Obsidian Sanctum twists upward and over in a jagged arch, away from the bank that had been containing a river of lava. The lava splashes and sizzles when the arch crashes back down courtesy of the Master's lack of control, and he flinches away, stunned only for a moment before the rising need to do something becomes too strong.
For once he has too much energy. Too many souls fed upon and no way to release it. Not here is the only reasonable thought to cross his mind, echoed beneath the dark whisperings that like to hide in corners of the drumming.
He needs to fill and buffer that silence, even as the drums roar for blood and battle, it isn't enough. There's that corner, something he's become accustomed to, and it's gone, gone, gone--
So the Master does something he never does because survival instincts have kept him from it: he hunts demons. Alone. He stalks through fields and forests, inhibitions long gone, recklessly throwing of Fire and Shadow magic til it saturates the air around him.
He keeps trudging along.
More.
He needs more blood.
So when Lady comes across him, he's on his last legs, struggling to finish off his current battle.