[ It looks like he's leaking. Which is an inelegant way to describe it when the word itself implies the kind of spill Warriorhead would be all too eager to wash his hands of.
This is something else.Dagger's body tightens, expands- as though he's unable to control it. Maybe he isn't. There's something to be said for watching a being unravel, and yield. To watch him become the air. They'll be at their limit soon.
The coil around his chest begins to lengthen and compress- a biological response to the presence of danger. The bone pieces itself together like a replacement suit of armor, covering his vital organs in the same breath that it reinforces the sheath around his hands. If he pushes much further, there won't be much point in the reaction. His fingers trace the cracks- a canyon of his own to explore at his leisure. ]
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This is something else.Dagger's body tightens, expands- as though he's unable to control it. Maybe he isn't. There's something to be said for watching a being unravel, and yield. To watch him become the air. They'll be at their limit soon.
The coil around his chest begins to lengthen and compress- a biological response to the presence of danger. The bone pieces itself together like a replacement suit of armor, covering his vital organs in the same breath that it reinforces the sheath around his hands. If he pushes much further, there won't be much point in the reaction. His fingers trace the cracks- a canyon of his own to explore at his leisure. ]
What does it feel like?