Maybe if you'd made some sort of deal, but nooooo. Now you're a pet with a dead girl for company...
They're wondering if you'll eat us, Ben. [She reaches through the bars and puts her hand on his shoulder; there's something moving under the skin.] Can the wolf tell the difference?
[A crowd comes in, carrying a crying, crying Tziporel. The little angel is shoved to the floor, and before he has time to get to his feet, he's screaming in pain, writhing on the ground.]
[And the screaming child has the Predator fighting him for control, even as one of the guards shoves his arm through the bars of the cage with a fierce grin. "Bite me, wolf."
He can't, he can't let these people turn themselves into something like him, that would be disaster. Claws are the easiest thing in the world to pop in this state--]
I'm sorry, Guriel.
[And before he has time to think too long or hesitate, he rips his claws across his throat. Blood sprays everywhere, gushing and flowing, and his world...
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Date: 2011-09-30 07:44 pm (UTC)They're wondering if you'll eat us, Ben. [She reaches through the bars and puts her hand on his shoulder; there's something moving under the skin.] Can the wolf tell the difference?
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Date: 2011-09-30 08:25 pm (UTC)Except maybe them. Them, I'll eat. The Predator can have them because I am sick of this shit.
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Date: 2011-09-30 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 09:44 pm (UTC)And if they try to bring the Predator out, well. Claws across the carotid. They may have me in a cage. That doesn't make me theirs.
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Date: 2011-10-05 07:35 pm (UTC)[A crowd comes in, carrying a crying, crying Tziporel. The little angel is shoved to the floor, and before he has time to get to his feet, he's screaming in pain, writhing on the ground.]
See? You made them bring out the Sigil.
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Date: 2011-10-05 09:12 pm (UTC)He can't, he can't let these people turn themselves into something like him, that would be disaster. Claws are the easiest thing in the world to pop in this state--]
I'm sorry, Guriel.
[And before he has time to think too long or hesitate, he rips his claws across his throat. Blood sprays everywhere, gushing and flowing, and his world...
goes...
dark...
And he wakes up gasping and sweating.]