He feels it approaching.
The full moon.
As much as he loves Earth, their lunar cycles are hell to deal with.
He can see it in the sky, even during the day sometimes, and he feels the prickling on his skin, the power surging and bursting like a solar flare, wanting to transform, yearning to break free and hit destroy devour…
He’s used to suppressing urges like these.
They still drive him crazy.
His tail tightens around his waist, hidden just like all his other relics of his bloody past.
He lies down, pressing his face into the grass so he can’t see the sky. The blades poke at his skin in a similar way to the power inside him, but poking inward instead of outward. He wills the power of the world to keep this other monster inside him, the one he’s less familiar with but just as scared of as his unbearable rage instinct.
He breathes in and out, in and out. The earthy scent fills his nose and lungs, and he focuses so hard on it he might have drowned in the world below him if it were possible.
Fenn meditates, face down on the ground, until Broly picks him up and places him in their cave, making sure he’s turned away from the entrance and as far away from the moon as possible. Broly places Beh by Fenn, and though he fears harming the little lamb, Fenn takes her into his arms, and the sleepy creature bleats softly at him.
The cycle continues…
