The first thing Zion notices when he comes out of itâ€"the first thing he always noticesâ€"is the sharp, metallic smell of blood.
It takes a few moments for his mind to orient itself. He blinks at the corpse, dazed, as his higher cognitive abilities reassert themselves, reminding him where he is, what he's done. It comes back to him in pieces.
La'marri, night.
Deep in the darkest alleys he could find.
And this unfortunate drifter who stumbled upon him at the wrong time.
Grimacing, he wipes a hand on his pant leg as if it would do some good. It's all over him. His clothes, his face. Bits of flesh still stuck in his teeth. He listens. If the man screamed someone may be coming to investigate and he can't be caught like this. But the alleys are silent and still. For now.
Where to now? He chose La'marri for its lack of an organized law force, but this isn't Zantaric. If enough people realize what he's done, what he will continue to do, they will come after him. Before he stands he spares a good long look for the man he devoured. Most of the face is gone and the brain case busted open and cleaned out, but he always tries to give them a few remorseful thoughts, a prayer for their departing souls, anything to show the gods his regret and make it easier to live with himself afterward.
As he edges to the corner of the alley and peers down the next street, he wipes his mouth on a clean part of his sleeve. First thing he needs is water to clean the blood from him, then some fresh clothes.
It takes a few moments for his mind to orient itself. He blinks at the corpse, dazed, as his higher cognitive abilities reassert themselves, reminding him where he is, what he's done. It comes back to him in pieces.
La'marri, night.
Deep in the darkest alleys he could find.
And this unfortunate drifter who stumbled upon him at the wrong time.
Grimacing, he wipes a hand on his pant leg as if it would do some good. It's all over him. His clothes, his face. Bits of flesh still stuck in his teeth. He listens. If the man screamed someone may be coming to investigate and he can't be caught like this. But the alleys are silent and still. For now.
Where to now? He chose La'marri for its lack of an organized law force, but this isn't Zantaric. If enough people realize what he's done, what he will continue to do, they will come after him. Before he stands he spares a good long look for the man he devoured. Most of the face is gone and the brain case busted open and cleaned out, but he always tries to give them a few remorseful thoughts, a prayer for their departing souls, anything to show the gods his regret and make it easier to live with himself afterward.
As he edges to the corner of the alley and peers down the next street, he wipes his mouth on a clean part of his sleeve. First thing he needs is water to clean the blood from him, then some fresh clothes.