[ from time to time, jayce gets separated from his snooping partners, blame the unreliable gravity, the dangers, the labyrinth of the hospital and the disorienting visions that came with touching certain objects. jayce's hooves make a distinct echo in the hallways: a staggering, uneven co-clop that's followed by the squeaking metal of his leg brace. he's only barely human shaped, the antlers on his head bright pinks, dull purples and striking blues hanging from dead threads of velvet. the rest of him is terribly scarred, iridescent on his entire left side and shifting hues of the rainbow depending on the reflection, but most of it is . . . rotting. dead. monstrous and oozing straight from the bone exposed.
the second his sensitive cervid ears pick up as much as a chip of sound down corridors he can't see from the corners yet, jayce tenses. he raises his hammer, the corrupted core lighting the hall and his vision going forward. he's not exactly starving, but the mindset of prowling does flip a switch in him. human to draugr, survivor to predator.
this thing approaching the demon smells of undead. of strange rot, like the strike of ozone anteceding a storm. like chemicals being toyed with, like infection born from magic. who knows, it might have a poprock sort of taste to it. ]
hospital (every color but orange, actually)
the second his sensitive cervid ears pick up as much as a chip of sound down corridors he can't see from the corners yet, jayce tenses. he raises his hammer, the corrupted core lighting the hall and his vision going forward. he's not exactly starving, but the mindset of prowling does flip a switch in him. human to draugr, survivor to predator.
this thing approaching the demon smells of undead. of strange rot, like the strike of ozone anteceding a storm. like chemicals being toyed with, like infection born from magic. who knows, it might have a poprock sort of taste to it. ]