[ The thing is there again, screaming even though he cannot be seen, yelling and bombarding it with emotions. Like he knew anything of pain, of fear, of loneliness and sorrow. Like he knew anything at all!
Those eyes turn towards Wolfwood, the emotional mess and rage latching on like it wants to drown the spectre in it just as he yells for something - someone - to hurt it again. Liar. What a liar, saying he will help and asking for its death at the same time. That's what they always do. Promise mercy.
There's no thing as mercy.
Close like this, the protected form inside is even more of a mess than the brief glimpse Wolfwood had gotten before. Those eyes aren't even attached to a face, just another curved, bony wing. The head is elsewhere, blond, bloody tresses almost hidden with feathers - and so is a floating arm, sticking out awkward from another wing-like mutation. Broken apart, ripped apart, shattered from within. Half if it is just missing, even some of the innards growing feathers as they're dragged behind it. ]
THERE'S Ǎ̸̺͉̣̰͇ͭ͋̈Ḽ͇̖̩͂ͬ͊ͅW̹͂ͣA͌̓̅͐ͪͩ̈Y̡̭̗͉͊̉ͨ̊S͍̗̲̟̻͊̒͊̌̓͒͂ PAIN. LIAR. DISGUSTING. YOU SHOULD BE DEADER. K̃҉̹̳̣̥ͅI̵̝̻͙̦̥̯͎L͕͇̲̘̼̜ͅL̠͊͌͋͒ͬ͗ ̢̺̥̂Ȉ̼͎͎̈̆̎ͥ͆T͉͍̙̰͈̹̓͋́!
[ Swipes of sharp feathers are whacked around, but they can't really hit Wolfwood. All it does is hurt itself even more.
...then his voice comes in. Asking. Is that what you want? To end? The winged monstrosity hesitates, and the eyes come to 'face' Vash instead. The thrashing calms just a bit, replaced by barely-held rage and violent trembling. It hurts, it hurts so badly but it isn't dying. It's can't die. Maybe it wants to, to not hurt, but still- ]
N̼̘͎͉͆͘O̵̥͍̠̜͑͛̔̐̚. DESTROY EVERYTHING NO REST. ONLY PAIN UNTIL THEY P͓͕̃A͍͎̰̰̥͡Y̷ͯ̽͛ͮ̅͌.
[ Now it moves again, rushing towards Vash like it aims to crush him beneath wings and horror. Yet at the same time, the endless rage is now tainted by almost child-like fear. ]
NO MORE NO MORE! RIPS M̬̣̗̻͓Ë̻̣͚̠ͫ͒͒̎̚ ͉͙̠̖̖̟̗̊͐ͩ͆ͭA̢͓͙̮͚͔̳͓͐̾̏P̧̑͐͒ͫ͛͗À̩̣̬̯̭̞̍ͥͬ͞R̬̈͑̍͂͜T̰̊̈̑̈ͣ̔ I'M STILL ALIVE! STOP IT!!
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Those eyes turn towards Wolfwood, the emotional mess and rage latching on like it wants to drown the spectre in it just as he yells for something - someone - to hurt it again. Liar. What a liar, saying he will help and asking for its death at the same time. That's what they always do. Promise mercy.
There's no thing as mercy.
Close like this, the protected form inside is even more of a mess than the brief glimpse Wolfwood had gotten before. Those eyes aren't even attached to a face, just another curved, bony wing. The head is elsewhere, blond, bloody tresses almost hidden with feathers - and so is a floating arm, sticking out awkward from another wing-like mutation. Broken apart, ripped apart, shattered from within. Half if it is just missing, even some of the innards growing feathers as they're dragged behind it. ]
THERE'S Ǎ̸̺͉̣̰͇ͭ͋̈Ḽ͇̖̩͂ͬ͊ͅW̹͂ͣA͌̓̅͐ͪͩ̈Y̡̭̗͉͊̉ͨ̊S͍̗̲̟̻͊̒͊̌̓͒͂ PAIN. LIAR. DISGUSTING.
YOU SHOULD BE DEADER.
K̃҉̹̳̣̥ͅI̵̝̻͙̦̥̯͎L͕͇̲̘̼̜ͅL̠͊͌͋͒ͬ͗ ̢̺̥̂Ȉ̼͎͎̈̆̎ͥ͆T͉͍̙̰͈̹̓͋́!
[ Swipes of sharp feathers are whacked around, but they can't really hit Wolfwood. All it does is hurt itself even more.
...then his voice comes in. Asking. Is that what you want? To end? The winged monstrosity hesitates, and the eyes come to 'face' Vash instead. The thrashing calms just a bit, replaced by barely-held rage and violent trembling. It hurts, it hurts so badly but it isn't dying. It's can't die. Maybe it wants to, to not hurt, but still- ]
N̼̘͎͉͆͘O̵̥͍̠̜͑͛̔̐̚. DESTROY EVERYTHING
NO REST. ONLY PAIN
UNTIL THEY P͓͕̃A͍͎̰̰̥͡Y̷ͯ̽͛ͮ̅͌.
[ Now it moves again, rushing towards Vash like it aims to crush him beneath wings and horror. Yet at the same time, the endless rage is now tainted by almost child-like fear. ]
NO MORE
NO MORE!
RIPS M̬̣̗̻͓Ë̻̣͚̠ͫ͒͒̎̚ ͉͙̠̖̖̟̗̊͐ͩ͆ͭA̢͓͙̮͚͔̳͓͐̾̏P̧̑͐͒ͫ͛͗À̩̣̬̯̭̞̍ͥͬ͞R̬̈͑̍͂͜T̰̊̈̑̈ͣ̔
I'M STILL ALIVE! STOP IT!!