The Sons of "Spit's"
"I blame the Pure for his death. I blame him for a lot of things. I'm not sure what I blame you for yet," Whispers said softly to Sam.
I know what you blame me for, thought Sam. You blame me for having the relationship you never did have with your dad.
The monstrous spirit known as the Shadow of the Deep appeared over Sam's lighthouse as a 500 yard wide tsunami being ridden by a massive kraken. Controlling it all was the figure of 'Spit's in the Kraken's Eye'. But it wasn't 'Spit's'. It was a mockery created by the Shadow to simply shake their resolve. The figure didn't stop Sam. The balefale eye and it's hypno-powers did though.
For minutes he and John stood transfixed by it. They had run ahead to scout the area to try and avert any initial landing. Fat load of good that did. They ended up waiting for the calvary. Hannah chucked her cellphone into the hypno-eye and broke the things hold. She'd earn her new deed name, 'Crankcall', for that.
So the noobs fight the water. Hannah and John and Jack tackle the kraken's body, and Whispers ... the bone of his father as a weapon and me ... we tear into the bloody monster with a vengence.
Whispers shreds the perverted avatar of his dad with the enchanted club. Me, I spit in the things eye in tribute to my mentor and shift to Primal and start tearing that evil eye out of its socket. Towards the end, with the avatar destroyed, we end up on it ... the lot of us dogpile the thing and Whispers and me, we flank that cursed eye. As one we struck ... his club and my claws ... burying our fury into the eye of the thing that has haunted our lives for a long, long time now.
And that was that. The Family got the City Father reseated and kicked the Pure's ass. Me, I did what I was supposed to do. And we all told the stories. T-Bone, of course, was much better than me ... but I didn't do so bad. Names were earned. Our glory heard.
And I rejoiced in our victory and Whispers was sober. He ended a chapter to a story he hasn't even fully read yet and the emptiness showed on his face.
"Spit's" was gone, but his legacy was still here in me and Whispers. I guess we'd just both have to learn to live with that.
I know what you blame me for, thought Sam. You blame me for having the relationship you never did have with your dad.
The monstrous spirit known as the Shadow of the Deep appeared over Sam's lighthouse as a 500 yard wide tsunami being ridden by a massive kraken. Controlling it all was the figure of 'Spit's in the Kraken's Eye'. But it wasn't 'Spit's'. It was a mockery created by the Shadow to simply shake their resolve. The figure didn't stop Sam. The balefale eye and it's hypno-powers did though.
For minutes he and John stood transfixed by it. They had run ahead to scout the area to try and avert any initial landing. Fat load of good that did. They ended up waiting for the calvary. Hannah chucked her cellphone into the hypno-eye and broke the things hold. She'd earn her new deed name, 'Crankcall', for that.
So the noobs fight the water. Hannah and John and Jack tackle the kraken's body, and Whispers ... the bone of his father as a weapon and me ... we tear into the bloody monster with a vengence.
Whispers shreds the perverted avatar of his dad with the enchanted club. Me, I spit in the things eye in tribute to my mentor and shift to Primal and start tearing that evil eye out of its socket. Towards the end, with the avatar destroyed, we end up on it ... the lot of us dogpile the thing and Whispers and me, we flank that cursed eye. As one we struck ... his club and my claws ... burying our fury into the eye of the thing that has haunted our lives for a long, long time now.
And that was that. The Family got the City Father reseated and kicked the Pure's ass. Me, I did what I was supposed to do. And we all told the stories. T-Bone, of course, was much better than me ... but I didn't do so bad. Names were earned. Our glory heard.
And I rejoiced in our victory and Whispers was sober. He ended a chapter to a story he hasn't even fully read yet and the emptiness showed on his face.
"Spit's" was gone, but his legacy was still here in me and Whispers. I guess we'd just both have to learn to live with that.