Thatguynameded
Too weird for the normal, Too normal for the weird
The laughing echoed in his mind, Brass felt unstable, for obvious reasons but also for reasons that were beyond him. He started to think and feel like a human and could not comprehend what was happening. The figure whispered in his ear "What's wrong? Not liking the new you?" and jolted him out of his mind. Brass swung his human arm as quick and hard as he could into the side where he herd the whisper. "You left your people and SMITED didn't come to save them. Can you blame them for cursing your name? Cursing you?" His throat felt a build up, something not normal to him, "Pack would never curse Brass! Brass is on mission to help pack!" Brass gets in an awkward fighting stance and tightens his fist ready to fight. He wasn't sure what he was doing but mimicking what others did.
"Drag your furless ass back to SMITED if they'll even take you as you are now. Being as useless as you are now though they'd probably just make you take on a desk job. I have to wonder, did your intelligence increase with this change? No matter. Hunting you would be boring and I only seek challenging prey. Humans are not challenging at all. Ta-ta!"
Before brass could respond the figure waved and vanished from his sights, He was full of rage to kill the man who brought this pain upon his pack. He notices one one charred bodies laid out on the floor, it lowered his rage but in exchange for grief. He dropped to his knees and dug his soft yet rough human hands into the ground and began to dig. No mater what brass dose next, his top priority was to bury anyone he could find. Strangely, the upside to this situation is that he is no longer hungry and his sense of smell has dulled out. Down side is, brass has all these new feelings and thoughts that he is having trouble understanding. One by one he dug shallow graves, this would take him sometime but this was now brasses job. Bury the dead so that he could honor them in a ritual, whether the pack wants it or not from brass, he has to do it.
He dug 20 holes, which wasn't nearly enough, and began to walk up to each body and carry them or drag them if they were too big to carry. His body began to move on its own and set itself in auto pilot, while he sat in his mind. Even if brasses pack has cursed him, it is his last duty as the only pack member to bury the dead. Brass questioned why his pack did this, they knew and agreed that he would leave and help SMITED for the sake of his pack. Why didn't SMITED save his pack from this traumatic event. His mind was gaining more stimuli than normal, like an engine, he was a 2 piston mind, now hes running on 4. So many whys, why him, why his pack, why didn't SMITED help, why did this stranger do this. Then switched to who, who was the mage, who was this charred body hes carrying, who will kill brass for being a cursed one.
Brass dug one last grave, he buried all the bodies he could find, he knew he couldn't find everyone and had hopped those he couldn't find would forgive him. He climbed into the last grave and laid down, this is where he would die. He had lost his bag somehow but that didn't mater anymore, starving is painful but it would be a simple way to die, just don't eat. He considered all his options, and he remembered he still has his knife. This was a simple and easy option, bleed out. Brass pulled out the sharp blade out of its handle from the chest pocket where it had always been. Brass never intended to use the knife because his claws were enough. Then he felt something else in that pocket. It was the stone they got in the beginning of the mission. Brass stares at it for a few minutes and puts it back in his pocket.
Brass extends his arm and inspects the blade. Before doing anything, he decides if he should suffer or do it now.
"Drag your furless ass back to SMITED if they'll even take you as you are now. Being as useless as you are now though they'd probably just make you take on a desk job. I have to wonder, did your intelligence increase with this change? No matter. Hunting you would be boring and I only seek challenging prey. Humans are not challenging at all. Ta-ta!"
Before brass could respond the figure waved and vanished from his sights, He was full of rage to kill the man who brought this pain upon his pack. He notices one one charred bodies laid out on the floor, it lowered his rage but in exchange for grief. He dropped to his knees and dug his soft yet rough human hands into the ground and began to dig. No mater what brass dose next, his top priority was to bury anyone he could find. Strangely, the upside to this situation is that he is no longer hungry and his sense of smell has dulled out. Down side is, brass has all these new feelings and thoughts that he is having trouble understanding. One by one he dug shallow graves, this would take him sometime but this was now brasses job. Bury the dead so that he could honor them in a ritual, whether the pack wants it or not from brass, he has to do it.
He dug 20 holes, which wasn't nearly enough, and began to walk up to each body and carry them or drag them if they were too big to carry. His body began to move on its own and set itself in auto pilot, while he sat in his mind. Even if brasses pack has cursed him, it is his last duty as the only pack member to bury the dead. Brass questioned why his pack did this, they knew and agreed that he would leave and help SMITED for the sake of his pack. Why didn't SMITED save his pack from this traumatic event. His mind was gaining more stimuli than normal, like an engine, he was a 2 piston mind, now hes running on 4. So many whys, why him, why his pack, why didn't SMITED help, why did this stranger do this. Then switched to who, who was the mage, who was this charred body hes carrying, who will kill brass for being a cursed one.
Brass dug one last grave, he buried all the bodies he could find, he knew he couldn't find everyone and had hopped those he couldn't find would forgive him. He climbed into the last grave and laid down, this is where he would die. He had lost his bag somehow but that didn't mater anymore, starving is painful but it would be a simple way to die, just don't eat. He considered all his options, and he remembered he still has his knife. This was a simple and easy option, bleed out. Brass pulled out the sharp blade out of its handle from the chest pocket where it had always been. Brass never intended to use the knife because his claws were enough. Then he felt something else in that pocket. It was the stone they got in the beginning of the mission. Brass stares at it for a few minutes and puts it back in his pocket.
Brass extends his arm and inspects the blade. Before doing anything, he decides if he should suffer or do it now.