fandomtownies | The Park; Friday Night [06/21].

Prompto had certainly had an interesting set of changes through the day, and, during the day, he'd kept himself hidden, kept himself in a state of waiting, almost slumber, to stay out of the cursed light, which burned, which sap his energy, which was no good, no good at all. But once the sun had set and darkness crept over the island, he felt himself becoming stronger, more powerful....the daemon he was always meant to be merging with the monster had had become, skin pale, eyes bleeding black down his sunken cheeks, the weight of the single spiraling horn pushed out of his head like a counter to his hair swoop dragging his head down toward his scaled and spiked arm arms, pulsing with a need, a desire, an intent to destroy...

And now that the harmful light had gone away, Prompto decided to take advantage of it and roam...wander...skulking away from steetlamps and glowing with menacing energy in the shadows, searching, watching, hunting...he wasn't sure what for, exactly, but it didn't seemed to matter, as long as it was something, anything...

So long as it was dark...

[[ i love my fandom and my dumb canon! open park is open, because a whole ton of people are definitely going to be out in the middle of the night on an island full of monsters, riiiiiight? With a bit of an SP due to work warning ]]