[As Hayame continues to stare at him, Liem’s mouth and the skin around his eyes tighten slightly: masked irritation, or perhaps hurt, unspoken in the face of her obvious horror and disgust. He watches a bead of dark crimson blood slide down her cheek, and knows from the feel of dampness on his skin that his own face must be wet with Amos’s blood, smearing his lips and dripping down his chin. He hadn’t had the time to be neat about it, and besides, there really wasn’t any way to avoid a little mess when biting into such a major vein.
He knows perfectly well that Hayame is no stranger to gore, but as expected, this is too much for her. Too deviant, no matter the circumstances.
Well, they have little time to waste on such concerns. When Hayame lets her actions answer his question for her, gripping the girth behind her forelegs and throwing herself into a canter, Liem takes only a brief moment to speak a word of magic, gesturing with his free hand to shape the spell. Then he too is running, his much lighter steps carrying him in her wake, catching up to her in a way that no two-legged man should be able to manage.
And they dash off through the undergrowth, leaving the bloodied body of Amos Burton behind them.]
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He knows perfectly well that Hayame is no stranger to gore, but as expected, this is too much for her. Too deviant, no matter the circumstances.
Well, they have little time to waste on such concerns. When Hayame lets her actions answer his question for her, gripping the girth behind her forelegs and throwing herself into a canter, Liem takes only a brief moment to speak a word of magic, gesturing with his free hand to shape the spell. Then he too is running, his much lighter steps carrying him in her wake, catching up to her in a way that no two-legged man should be able to manage.
And they dash off through the undergrowth, leaving the bloodied body of Amos Burton behind them.]