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Spoilers for Tyranny of King Washington!

[(Anonymous)]

Don't look! Don't look!





Spoilers in white below:

Fill: Rise 1/1 (spoilers for tToKW and tw: gore)

[(Anonymous)]

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Ratonhnhaké:ton dropped the ceremonial cup, body trembling as he retched out the tea. That could not have helped with initiating the Sky World journey, and he thought, for a moment before another lash of pain rips across his back, that his mother was right and that the tea was too powerful an amplifier for him. Haytham had been a man of violence and Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn't ignore his place as an assassin in his other world. He too was accustomed to warm blood spilling over his hands and the thought of that gave him a jolt of pleasure. Almost immediately disgust washed it away.

At least this pain reassured him that he was not dreaming, for he did not think it possible to feel such vivid detail in a dream. Ratonhnhaké:ton screamed, hoped that his brother was still nearby, hoped that this awful cry would alert him that something was wrong, and he needed help. Nobody came. Finally Ratonhnhaké:ton gave in; collapsing next to his bile, the warmth of the fire too hot yet the snow too icy on his skin, a fever grasping him and shaking him violently. His hood felt too tight, his trousers were itching and the world burst into fragments, mirrored shards crashing around him.

The Sky World. He'd made it. Ratonhnhaké:ton started as grey bodies jumped over him, fur brushing his face, excited yips and barks starting up as they circled him. Thankfully the agony had dulled, left behind in the real world, but it hadn't disappeared entirely. Now that it wasn't tearing him apart, Ratonhnhaké:ton could feel his mouth hurting, and he was horrified to spit out four pearly white teeth and tongued the gaps left. More pain erupted from his tailbone and head, but the wolves were beckoning and he wanted to play-hunt-kill, and he was on all fours and he was howling, howling, howling. And his fingers and feet had claws, he could feel them tearing the soft leather of his boots, and he wanted to stand but he couldn't and there was a heartbeat -

Thump, thump, thump.

He felt his own quicken, the pain forgotten. His brothers and sisters were sniffing now, their soft paws sinking into the snow. The scent of food was strong. He was hungry. They pointed their noses ahead.

(Ahead, brother-father-lover-son)

(Alpha, we have been waiting)

Ratonhnhaké:ton fell into place. The snow was crunchy under his paws and they taught him how to fly across it, barely breaking the surface.

Thump, thump, thump.

The scent was good and they taught him to press his muzzle against the track.

Thump, thump, thump.

The horned-giant was frightened and they taught him to chase it.

Thump, thump, thump.

The horned-giant was trapped and they taught him how to use his sharp teeth to rip out its throat.

The heartbeat had stopped and the warm blood spilled into Ratonhnhaké:ton's mouth.

(What do you feel?)

Death-hunger-food-desire-horror-AGONY

Ratonhnhaké:ton reeled back with a too-full belly, curling into the snow as his brothers-sisters-fathers-mothers-lovers-children ate their fill of the hunt. The horned-giant shrank, he felt bigger, weaker, sick, human. They turned to him and jumped, their bodies changing to spirits, merging with his flesh, and he gasped and shouted as the world was both too bright and too dark, eyes burning, blood on fire.

His muscles, which had softened during his recovery, clenched and tore, rapidly rebuilding themselves, restoring him. The meat was digesting at hyperspeed, providing nutrients and strength, excess fat on his body being stripped away, his waistband not cutting against his flesh any longer. 

He ached - one big ball of bruises - as the light flickered and died, and the shattered Sky World shoved him onto his back, his hood returning as the real world reclaimed his body. Ratonhnhaké:ton slowly rolled onto his side, then pushed onto his knees, staring at the dead, mostly eaten elk beside him and the wolves chewing on the remains, ignoring him. Then he looked at himself and almost recoiled in shock. The aches and bruises were indeed from his body pulling itself back to peak within a matter of moments. Ratonhnhaké:ton placed a hand against his stomach - empty - and felt his body breathing, rippling like a well oiled machine. His nails were longer, not his claws but close. His mouth felt fine until he saw the meat and hunger dominated him, the wolves growling as he approached them, and he snarled back, opening his mouth to bare his teeth. Tearing the meat easily with the fangs, paws on the soft fur of the horned-giant -

- Ratonhnhaké:ton spat the meat out, stared at the nails that had become claws and stuck a finger into his mouth, trying to wriggle one of the sharp canines that were threatening to puncture his lips. He pushed himself to his feet, stumbled and resisted the desire to walk on all fours. He wobbled, swaying forward, but a tail straightened and balanced him. Knocking his hood off, he felt his ears - pointed, silky, laying flat against his head, twitching up and around, listening.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It had never happened before.

"What have we got here, then?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton blinked and looked to the voice, a bluecoat hunting, then to his hands. The claws were gone, as were the teeth, ears and tail. He sighed - he was just hallucinating - and easily snatched and shot the bluecoat when the bayonet lightly prodded him, scratching his chest.

The clan. They were in danger. If one bluecoat was this close, then others would be around. As he ran, Ratonhnhaké:ton failed to question how he'd known precisely where he was upon waking and why the wound on his chest was gone.

Re: Fill: Rise 1/1 (spoilers for tToKW and tw: gore) OP

[(Anonymous)]

Damn. If you ever decide to write more, I'll be right here and waiting. Awesome, awesome ficlet. I particularly like that you're using Connor's real name - especially so because it's set in TTOKW. The pacing and expression of what Connor was going through was spot on.