An injury that still ached, some many days later, and would for some time yet. The stitches, still needed, pulled and itched beneath their protective cover of scale and feather. A little longer, a delay in that meeting and maybe he would have gotten out of it unscathed. The reminder of it draws a slight twitch, as if there's an urge to reach and scratch, or tug beneath scale at the stitches or stretch and see if it still hurts. It would, of course.
But none of it he responds to immediately. He understands deeply and intrinsically the risk that Elidibus doesn't seem to. Silenced for so long, should the leash slip, the beast would not be easily corralled and would lash out in fury at anything on hand. Anyone, for that matter.
Once, the idea of any of this being a concern would be laughable. Not even worth entertaining in the worst of nightmare scenarios.
But the rains have not ceased for a very long time.
"Tis best to not fall off the cliff." It's an almost absent, distracted response, the rest of his thoughts elsewhere. Elidibus might not care if he bled for his efforts, Lahabrea very much did. "A beast waits at the bottom, hungry and furious. I don't think it would care much if that biscuit were its meal, or you." No difference, to an animal. Food was food, threats were threats, and the best way to handle both was violence.
He straightens a touch then, a frown fixed on his features, ears pinned back against his hair. "You will not catch me if I fall. You do not understand this. I will never hear you, but another creature will." His control is iron. "You will find in your hands a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom every moment waking or sleeping.. and as hard as I try, I cannot kill it. You may be willing to risk blood on the floor yet again. I am not."
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Date: 2 Feb 2021 23:36 (UTC)But none of it he responds to immediately. He understands deeply and intrinsically the risk that Elidibus doesn't seem to. Silenced for so long, should the leash slip, the beast would not be easily corralled and would lash out in fury at anything on hand. Anyone, for that matter.
Once, the idea of any of this being a concern would be laughable. Not even worth entertaining in the worst of nightmare scenarios.
But the rains have not ceased for a very long time.
"Tis best to not fall off the cliff." It's an almost absent, distracted response, the rest of his thoughts elsewhere. Elidibus might not care if he bled for his efforts, Lahabrea very much did. "A beast waits at the bottom, hungry and furious. I don't think it would care much if that biscuit were its meal, or you." No difference, to an animal. Food was food, threats were threats, and the best way to handle both was violence.
He straightens a touch then, a frown fixed on his features, ears pinned back against his hair. "You will not catch me if I fall. You do not understand this. I will never hear you, but another creature will." His control is iron. "You will find in your hands a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom every moment waking or sleeping.. and as hard as I try, I cannot kill it. You may be willing to risk blood on the floor yet again. I am not."