LittleCrow1804

You lurched from the chains that bound your body, your wrists, your wings. You hissed as the iron burned your skin and as you felt the claymore sink deeper into your heart. Of course it wasn’t possible for it to do, but it did it all the same.

I’ll shove this fucking thing so far down his throat it’ll split him down the middle, you thought.

They weren’t your thoughts though. They were someone else’s. 

Where were you? You hid your little lamp under your bed before you went to sleep in Sanctuary’s dorms. This was a dream … right? Why did this feel so real? 

The man cocked his head slightly, as though he heard something he didn’t expect. Show yourself.

You froze. Did he … sense you? How could he? 

A sudden snarl, full of saliva and venom, snapped his attention. The man you inhabited growled. Leave me alone.  

The beast didn’t listen. It leapt from the darkness, a monster full of sharp pointed fangs, maw open and dripping, eyes blackened and rabid. The man simply recoiled his head back a bit, opened his mouth, and felt his throat burn as crimson-black fire left his open lips, completely melting the attacking creature’s head. 

With a grunt of pain and exhaustion, the man went limp, hissing again as the claymore tried to bury itself deeper into his chest.

All this because he got a lucky strike in, the man grumbled, before passing out. 

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