M - a shifting tide

Kesho Maisha · 01-09-2011, 10:35 PM

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What the fuck is this crazy bastard doing, Kesho? You've got yourself in a real pickle now, haha. Oh, this will be fun... a sinister voice echoed in Kesho's mind, toying with him, teasing him, and taunting him. It was working all too well.

What was Hybrid doing, though? The man stood there, not really moving, but breathing quite heavily. And then, out of nowhere, the man started laughing. Not a normal laugh, either. It was crazed, maniacal almost. Was it what Kesho said? He didn't, but a brow lowered, scrutinizing the man before him, trying to keep his mind working properly to assess this situation. It wasn't working, though. This crazy fucker's going to rip your heart out and eat it, Kesho! And I will be there to watch your blood spill! the voice screamed; he was obviously anticipating bloodshed, but Kesho was quite unsure. He did not think the man wanted to attack him...not really.

Kesho found himself pacing side to side slightly, a nervous tick for situations like this, when his only option was to wait and see, wait and see...

And then, Hybrid spoke.

“The clan’s fucking irrelevant. In one way. Fuck, Inferni was glorious before, but it’s the coyotes who make it who it is. Er, fuck it, it’s not the clan. The clan has the idea, but half the members are snivelling idiots. Gabriel and Kaena matter, but fuck, even the old Inferni had your fuckers. Fucking Syemv traitors and whatfuck, yeah?” Hybrid said, eerily stalking in a messy half-circle as he spoke. “You had better fucking have your motherfucking devotion or you’re just another piece of shit like the rest of them dumb fuckers. Fuck, you don’t need these big fucking ideas of what’s good or wrong. Just fucking know it."

Kesho found himself nodding in enthusiastic agreement throughout Hybrid's speech. He had never found anyone who spoke how he felt so clearly, so exactly. He felt the same way. Hybrid's words were hypnotic, and Kesho could not help but feel infected by the man's passion, his anger, his fire.

Hybrid was rambling now, but Kesho managed to follow his train of though, if only barely. There was something so fascinating about Hybrid now, and Kesho could not pull his eyes away from this. Those words were golden, those ideals he missed so greatly. The older man clung to each word Hybrid spoke, treating them like diamonds. This man speaks the truth, Kesho! How can there be traitors in our clan, while we still survive? They need to be punished... the blood-hungry voice screamed again. Purge the clan of those filthy creatures! Kesho's thoughts were running rampant.

“Fuck, it’s not Inferni who I fight for, it’s fucking Gabriel. He knows it. He’s worth more than all of fucking Inferni.” Hybrid added lastly.

The only other response Kesho could give to Hybrid's moment of rambled clarity was a curt nod and a grunt of agreement. His body relaxed slightly, but he was still a bit tense, still unsure of the man's intention. Hybrid's adoration for Gabriel was clear, and it seemed to only take this alone to generate a swelling of admiration for the Aquila in Kesho; how strangely Hybrid's words affected him.

“Fuck, okay, shift into Optime. You can do that, right?” Hybrid said quickly, his red eyes echoing Kesho's own.

"Of course..." Kesho said simply, although it had only been several months that he'd known how to shift, or even had the ability.

Why shift? Why now? Kesho was utterly confused, but did not disobey the command. He began the transformation immediately, allowing his bones to lengthen, fur to thicken, and skull to change shape. His height increased greatly, and his naked form stood at slightly below six feet, and about 180 pounds. He was not a very large coyote, but his old body was well-muscled, his dirty, orange fur dappled with grey from age. The Hastati felt a slight comfort in this form, now, releasing him from some of the pain in his joints.

Immediately after he shifted, he felt his mind being torn. Kesho, let me take this body! I will have so much more fun than you would... the voice in his head demanded to take over, but Kesho denied him. Fuck off! his thoughts screamed back, trying to remain in the world of reality.

Hybrid had shifted before him, and the man looked quite similar to himself, strangely, although several years younger and significantly more lean.

"What now?" he asked seriously, red eyes set on the man before him, unable to keep his curiosity in, seeking his next instructions.

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