12-30-2016, 04:25 PM
Pyre’s mismatched eyes narrowed at the mention of magic, and the predatory look in the stranger’s eyes as he stepped closer. Pulling away, he snorted, unease prickling down his spine as the word hung in the air between them. It was, he supposed, meant to sound tempting. Appealing. A shiny red apple proffered by a forked-tongued serpent slithering closer, closer.
Pyre had never feared serpents. Hell, he’d worn their shape before. But something about the word magic stiffened his spine, set his heart racing, his blood simmering, hissed subliminal warnings in his ear and trailed an icy finger along the back of his neck.
“That’s alright, I think I’ll pass,” he said, voice quiet and calm despite the warning lights going off in his skull, the sirens screaming get away, get away! He took a step back as the smoke that rose off the stranger’s body coaxed him forward, as that soft, sibilant voice whispered promises inside his head.
Give me yours, and I will return it all back to you. He had nothing left to give, nothing but his body’s ability to reshape itself. And that was something he’d hold onto with his last breath, though the reasons behind his white-knuckled grip were lost to him.
You will be as you were before. His stomach clenched, his body freezing in place as panic flared up in his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs. As you were before. He tried to shake his head, refusal catching in his throat and clutching, squeezing, choking. He fought to make his petrified body shift, his frozen flesh to melt and twist and shape itself into the shape ofsafety a dragon, breathe fire on the threat, but he could not move.
Not again!
((Uhhh idek? Don’t mind Q’s little freak out moment, as s/he was before is a less than appealing prospect and apparently that means panic. This feels not quite finished but Q says call it, soo...))
Pyre had never feared serpents. Hell, he’d worn their shape before. But something about the word magic stiffened his spine, set his heart racing, his blood simmering, hissed subliminal warnings in his ear and trailed an icy finger along the back of his neck.
“That’s alright, I think I’ll pass,” he said, voice quiet and calm despite the warning lights going off in his skull, the sirens screaming get away, get away! He took a step back as the smoke that rose off the stranger’s body coaxed him forward, as that soft, sibilant voice whispered promises inside his head.
Give me yours, and I will return it all back to you. He had nothing left to give, nothing but his body’s ability to reshape itself. And that was something he’d hold onto with his last breath, though the reasons behind his white-knuckled grip were lost to him.
You will be as you were before. His stomach clenched, his body freezing in place as panic flared up in his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs. As you were before. He tried to shake his head, refusal catching in his throat and clutching, squeezing, choking. He fought to make his petrified body shift, his frozen flesh to melt and twist and shape itself into the shape of
Not again!
((Uhhh idek? Don’t mind Q’s little freak out moment, as s/he was before is a less than appealing prospect and apparently that means panic. This feels not quite finished but Q says call it, soo...))