[ One of those sharp feathers seems to get ready to strike at Vash, but then a sudden rush is forced through the creature. Wolfwood may catch a glimpse of blue eyes, pupils slits like a feral beast, and blonde hair mixed in with the blood and dirt-stained feathers. More important than that, though, is that the protected, hidden humanoid part ends just beneath the ribcage, the gore definitely belonging to the thing.
It's badly, badly hurt. Maybe even dying.
Then there's sand in said eyes and it howls, cocoon topping to the side and rolling like an oversized tumbleweed, sword-like feathers hitting the ground but missing Vash. The rage only intensifies, garbled gasps and claws slashing out as if it could smack the unseen presence away. ]
L̝̣̣̩͚͚̋̈̓ͧͬI̸̖̖̞ͧ̊̌ͩ͆̃̇A̹̱͇̝̻̮̦͒ͭR̷͕̬̳̭͖̔̓ͦ̃̾ͥͦͅ
[ It shrieks as a reply to all that kindness and calm from its stupid, foolish brethren, because hadn't it just been hurt, no matter how little? It will always hurt, everyone will hurt it so everyone, everything will have to die. ]
IT MAKES IT STOP A̧͖̗̪͖̺͋̈́̽̊̎̌Ḻ̸̫̱̯̙͑̏͋̽O̷̖̼̩̠̿ͯ͗̌͑N̷̺̜̯̻͒͋͑͑͗̐̏Ḝ̥͎̳̘̹̽ͫ̃ͤ̇ͅ I'M ALWAYS ALONE
[ More feathers rake against the sand and then it's moving again, heading straight towards Vash with another ripping, horrifying mess of bone, wing and white-hot rage. ]
I WILL MAKE IT S̵̪̫̩̗̜̥̍̆̄̋ͅṬ̻̜̰͎͝O̵̘̙̲͉͚͎P̺͚͉̯͈ͥ̍ͅ!
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It's badly, badly hurt. Maybe even dying.
Then there's sand in said eyes and it howls, cocoon topping to the side and rolling like an oversized tumbleweed, sword-like feathers hitting the ground but missing Vash. The rage only intensifies, garbled gasps and claws slashing out as if it could smack the unseen presence away. ]
L̝̣̣̩͚͚̋̈̓ͧͬI̸̖̖̞ͧ̊̌ͩ͆̃̇A̹̱͇̝̻̮̦͒ͭR̷͕̬̳̭͖̔̓ͦ̃̾ͥͦͅ
[ It shrieks as a reply to all that kindness and calm from its stupid, foolish brethren, because hadn't it just been hurt, no matter how little? It will always hurt, everyone will hurt it so everyone, everything will have to die. ]
IT MAKES IT STOP
A̧͖̗̪͖̺͋̈́̽̊̎̌Ḻ̸̫̱̯̙͑̏͋̽O̷̖̼̩̠̿ͯ͗̌͑N̷̺̜̯̻͒͋͑͑͗̐̏Ḝ̥͎̳̘̹̽ͫ̃ͤ̇ͅ
I'M ALWAYS ALONE
[ More feathers rake against the sand and then it's moving again, heading straight towards Vash with another ripping, horrifying mess of bone, wing and white-hot rage. ]
I WILL MAKE IT S̵̪̫̩̗̜̥̍̆̄̋ͅṬ̻̜̰͎͝O̵̘̙̲͉͚͎P̺͚͉̯͈ͥ̍ͅ!