circuit (whitewulf) (metawk)
07 June 2024
He wasn't there when it happened, which he knew would burn at him forever. He _should_ have been there, to see the pinch of the needle in skin, to ease White Knight through the initial changing rush. Biowulf had imagined that moment a thousand times and instead he had been here, playing nice with the Providence pawns, a courtesy they did not care to return. He could be disgusted with himself later. When White Knight came into the hall, ducking through the entry, massive and shining metallic, the pawns raised their guns. Pathetic, instinctive creatures. Biowulf took a distinct pleasure in putting them down, cracking a skull against the wall, piercing claws through a throat.
There wasn't quiet, after, an echo of distant shouting, but White Knight shifted - still somewhat coltish in his new shape - and rested his hand against the wall, and with a golden glow the fire doors locked at either end of the hall.White Knight had that familiar glint in his eye. New EVOs would come to them in Abysus unsettled, overwhelmed, every nanite in their blood manic and alive; they would have to be taught to relocate themselves in their own body. White Knight's breath heaved like a predatory animal's, the glow retreating into his skin, his gaze shifting restless over the bodies and scattered guns until it fixed on Biowulf. Biowulf could see the tension in his muscles. He could see the jump of White Knight's heartbeat in his chest. He thought, finally. This was how it was meant to be. Man made machine made god.
"Master," he said, a greeting, a reminder, and White Knight halfway grimaced. The weight of his new shape thudded heavy when White Knight stepped forward. He leaned down, a gentle whir of motors, metal sliding over metal, so that his face came nearly even with Biowulf's, still taller, the angle leaving Biowulf feeling small.
Maybe he would die, here. So be it, if his master willed it; the thought of it thrilled down his spine.
"Biowulf," White Knight murmured, voice not quite seated in his own throat. "My ever obedient soldier."
The wire pierced into the back of Biowulf's neck before he could say yes, but every nanite lit up in a wave throughout him and he knew that now the worship would be done with his body in whole.