[That's the one thing you can get to learn about humans, after a time - they're unpredictable. They fly in the face of every expectation and do so with a manic sort of glee, knowing full well that they're subversive and impossible to get a bead on.
So he doesn't see it coming. He'd be ashamed to say it, except - humans, y'know? They really are freaks. The unspooling golden trail of a locket chain flutters behind the thing like the tail of a comet, and he only sees it when it's too late to stop its inevitable trajectory.
It toks him solidly in the face, directly above the left eyesocket, and the amber flame coiling out from it gutters and dies, and his hold on the human's SOUL is severed.
He catches the offending object as it drops, ignoring the pulse of agony - the crack that's formed over his left supraorbital ridge, a dark filigree that cobwebs out from the point of impact in a creeping inflorescence.
For a moment, there's a dark flare of malice twisting his features as he appraises the Locket coldly.]
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So he doesn't see it coming. He'd be ashamed to say it, except - humans, y'know? They really are freaks. The unspooling golden trail of a locket chain flutters behind the thing like the tail of a comet, and he only sees it when it's too late to stop its inevitable trajectory.
It toks him solidly in the face, directly above the left eyesocket, and the amber flame coiling out from it gutters and dies, and his hold on the human's SOUL is severed.
He catches the offending object as it drops, ignoring the pulse of agony - the crack that's formed over his left supraorbital ridge, a dark filigree that cobwebs out from the point of impact in a creeping inflorescence.
For a moment, there's a dark flare of malice twisting his features as he appraises the Locket coldly.]
Best Friends Forever. That's sweet.
[He pockets it.]
Hope you weren't too attached.