[There was that laugh, jaws clacking and ears swiveling, pulling himself more on to all fours as if that was easier. Movements slow, dragging-]

I've been clawing to get loose. He's drowning, and I'm starving.

[Let him drown, the Noctaere had finally gotten out- and to think it was all thanks to some flower; annoying as they were, but it was what it was even as petals trembled on those flowers around his throat. As if they were enough to contain and stop him- let those who knew what they were think that.

Let him focus better.

Let the Noctaere move forwards slowly, step by step, shadows pooling as frost spread out from the edges of them. The small shadow puppets were easy enough to fight through once the trick was noticed- and once his own attention was focusing on letting the others spread corruption to whatever they could catch.

He'd devour them later.]

So long as he could fight it, probably. Can't fight it now, gone and buried. Sinking deeper.