Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170224021201

With a sudeen realization, Thomas understands what he has to attempt.

(I'll have almost no time. Gods help me if I fail...)

He extends his hamd towards Marcus. With a flash of arcanum he disappears, and around him the world goes dark as he dives into the murky depths Marcus' subconscious, to the furthest reaches of his mind.

He focuses intensely, keeping his own form together as much as possible. Aroumd him swirl the chaotic bastions of instinct and base desire, clouding his vision, until at last he sees something in the distance. Two shapes.

One, a man, tall, muscular and swarthy. The other a beast on all fours, slavering and malefic. They are seperate, but move as one; they pace endlessly, circling. When the man turns, so does the beast; when the beast stops, so does the man. Once, they may have been seperate, but Thomas can see they are now linked by the same desire, and the wedge of reason that once divided them is now gone.

Gone, but not absent.

"MARCUS!" Thomas' voice echoes through the ether, reverberating.

As one, they both turn and spot him.