[ Names are for people, and he's hardly a person. Never really got to be one, that aspect of life ended before it could ever really begin. Hell, he only ever got the name Amos through two violent and brutal murders; the only thing that's different is that here, where society ends, nobody needs names. They're just incomprehensible sounds, with no effect on whether something lives or dies at all — and that's the only thing that matters, isn't it?
Even when he has his head about him, he has some idea of what's inside. It's just this, a simmering anger he constantly needed to put a lid on, for the good of everyone else. Not supernaturally charged until the here and now, not as dangerous until the here and now, but he's always had the potential for this. Just needed the right push to get him going, and here, on Horos, he has it.
This side of him had reared its head twice before, and once in front of Ernesto, but it was just that — a rearing of the head, and nothing more, gone before it could continue thanks to Ernesto's blade. But there's no recognition on his end; no need to get even. It's just that Ernesto's alive and like everything else alive he needs to not be anymore.
His momentum at his missed swipe sees helps separate the distance between the two of them. Still, he whirls back around towards Ernesto again, fangs bared, fully intent on tearing Ernesto apart one way or another as he charges again, claws outstretched and aiming to sink themselves into flesh, find purchase. ]
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Even when he has his head about him, he has some idea of what's inside. It's just this, a simmering anger he constantly needed to put a lid on, for the good of everyone else. Not supernaturally charged until the here and now, not as dangerous until the here and now, but he's always had the potential for this. Just needed the right push to get him going, and here, on Horos, he has it.
This side of him had reared its head twice before, and once in front of Ernesto, but it was just that — a rearing of the head, and nothing more, gone before it could continue thanks to Ernesto's blade. But there's no recognition on his end; no need to get even. It's just that Ernesto's alive and like everything else alive he needs to not be anymore.
His momentum at his missed swipe sees helps separate the distance between the two of them. Still, he whirls back around towards Ernesto again, fangs bared, fully intent on tearing Ernesto apart one way or another as he charges again, claws outstretched and aiming to sink themselves into flesh, find purchase. ]