Solas had known something was wrong when the demon that had been trailing him shot off in another direction, like an animal bored of stalking one prey, suddenly running off to pursue something more interesting. With something like Regret, that could never mean anything good.
It skitters through the streets on multiple long, dark legs, bits and piece of the world breaking off into floating chunks or cracking apart as it goes. The wolf-like head of the demon looks, seeking something, and then seems to hone in on it. As it turns a corner, Solas follows it, running, now, more than walking.
It turns, many eyes focused on a single point. It draws up its wolf-like head to look down the way that a high dragon might (it is not much smaller than a high dragon, either.)
Solas waves to the man in front of the demon, hoping to get his attention before the creature notices him. Not a man Solas knows, though he has some guesses at once.
❝ this way! ❞ He gestures, ❝ it is a regret demon—do not get caught up in it. run! ❞
@mageunderground (phantasm amalgam, part 2)
