[ it's strange, feeling his wounds knit up like that, the agony and pain assaulting his soul fading until there was nothing at all but the warm, soothing sensation of ...
well, he can only assume it's the dragon's life force. perhaps even some ancient magicks at work. he's never been close enough to a creature like this for comparison.
it doesn't take away the stains in his uniform, though, which is fine. it's a stark reminder of the suffering he's endured, each drop of his enemy's blood soiling clothing a badge he'll wear with pride.
even if he ends up being devoured by this great beast anyway, at least he'd regained enough strength to hurt the creature on the way down.
and for a moment he does think the dragon has tricked him. the pain throbbing on his tongue is an unfamiliar brand, but try as he might to cry out in alarm, no sound comes. no words form from his lips and Childe is left to endure what's being done to him with tears edging the corners of his vision.
when it's all done and over with, he'll try again to speak. but of course, nothing comes out. it's the mark of their contract. a hand slaps against the dragon's thigh and his eyes narrow in accusation before he points at his mouth, tongue jutting out as though to show proof of what's been done to him.
but he also sees the way the creature looks out towards the battlefield. he sees the bloodlust in his eyes and feels it resonate with the one in his heart.
it's not like he'd stay his hand should the beast decide to indulge in a bit of slaughter. why not?
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well, he can only assume it's the dragon's life force. perhaps even some ancient magicks at work. he's never been close enough to a creature like this for comparison.
it doesn't take away the stains in his uniform, though, which is fine. it's a stark reminder of the suffering he's endured, each drop of his enemy's blood soiling clothing a badge he'll wear with pride.
even if he ends up being devoured by this great beast anyway, at least he'd regained enough strength to hurt the creature on the way down.
and for a moment he does think the dragon has tricked him. the pain throbbing on his tongue is an unfamiliar brand, but try as he might to cry out in alarm, no sound comes. no words form from his lips and Childe is left to endure what's being done to him with tears edging the corners of his vision.
when it's all done and over with, he'll try again to speak. but of course, nothing comes out. it's the mark of their contract. a hand slaps against the dragon's thigh and his eyes narrow in accusation before he points at his mouth, tongue jutting out as though to show proof of what's been done to him.
but he also sees the way the creature looks out towards the battlefield. he sees the bloodlust in his eyes and feels it resonate with the one in his heart.
it's not like he'd stay his hand should the beast decide to indulge in a bit of slaughter. why not?
Go on, then. ]