[Oh, there was something going on there- not that it could discern what it was exactly, but attention had split. Interesting.
The glow of flowers and golden pupils bounced off that stark white skull of a head as ears pricked forwards in clear curiosity. Never slowing in it's already slow stride.]
For now, yes. Can't say if there's sound breaking through, but the struggle is real.
[There'd been hints of course, an awareness possibly thanks to the Glowing Dawn around his throat along with the mutated variant placed with them. Awareness of the struggle, the fight still there despite the moment of near death that had allowed it to come in full force for the first time. Had come so close, when he'd gotten a bite in to another man.
This? Even if colored and held back, was freedom.]
I have time to play. Fed, feeding- You've got something, don't you?
[Something, something. A hand-like paw reached up and allowed the pads to brush under flower petals and over the vines, gathering blood and flicking it out towards her; whether it hit or just splattered the ground in front didn't matter.]
A strangling hold.
[Away from the Noctaere's shadows it was just blood, that of a man swallowed up in to a nightmare given form. His own nightmare, of course. Drowning, weakness, a loss of all control- perfect to take advantage of and leave in the torment of it.]
Y u p- It's awful, I love it.
The glow of flowers and golden pupils bounced off that stark white skull of a head as ears pricked forwards in clear curiosity. Never slowing in it's already slow stride.]
For now, yes. Can't say if there's sound breaking through, but the struggle is real.
[There'd been hints of course, an awareness possibly thanks to the Glowing Dawn around his throat along with the mutated variant placed with them. Awareness of the struggle, the fight still there despite the moment of near death that had allowed it to come in full force for the first time. Had come so close, when he'd gotten a bite in to another man.
This? Even if colored and held back, was freedom.]
I have time to play. Fed, feeding- You've got something, don't you?
[Something, something. A hand-like paw reached up and allowed the pads to brush under flower petals and over the vines, gathering blood and flicking it out towards her; whether it hit or just splattered the ground in front didn't matter.]
A strangling hold.
[Away from the Noctaere's shadows it was just blood, that of a man swallowed up in to a nightmare given form. His own nightmare, of course. Drowning, weakness, a loss of all control- perfect to take advantage of and leave in the torment of it.]