Magic congeals, smooths itself into the shape of a man.
A look of numb, dulled horror slides into place just after. Alan crouches over one of the dead men, fingers brushing through the rictus of his throat. It's only half a moment; when he pushes himself to his feet, he's too swallowed the shock in his expression.
Some things are kill or be killed. He knows that's the way of it — has been hunter and hunted alike. But some nagging piece of him thinks (hopes?) there might have been another way out.
Too many people are going to die tonight.
“It’s alright,” His breath’s ragged, despite himself, and he turns aside to cough up a feather. With a distance absent from their previous encounter, he slumps on the floor against the opposite shelf. The words are steadier than before, more present. “It’s still pretty.”
He forms a peculiar little sign over his chest, and peers around the shelf: No one coming, good. They’ll need to move, and soon, but they’ve a moment now. Enough time to get their bearings. To get Beleth back on her feet.
his ears are literally bleeding. well. throat. that's near the ears
A look of numb, dulled horror slides into place just after. Alan crouches over one of the dead men, fingers brushing through the rictus of his throat. It's only half a moment; when he pushes himself to his feet, he's too swallowed the shock in his expression.
Some things are kill or be killed. He knows that's the way of it — has been hunter and hunted alike. But some nagging piece of him thinks (hopes?) there might have been another way out.
Too many people are going to die tonight.
“It’s alright,” His breath’s ragged, despite himself, and he turns aside to cough up a feather. With a distance absent from their previous encounter, he slumps on the floor against the opposite shelf. The words are steadier than before, more present. “It’s still pretty.”
He forms a peculiar little sign over his chest, and peers around the shelf: No one coming, good. They’ll need to move, and soon, but they’ve a moment now. Enough time to get their bearings. To get Beleth back on her feet.
“You can make it into something new.”