[His struggles are in vain, the ropes tied around his wrists are tight and well-placed. That doesn't keep him from trying, however, in this room that wasn't his own, against a person he didn't know. He shrouds himself in an aura of hostility, turning his head to shoot a glare up at the other despite the soft treatment. The pain was unbearable now, so his lashing out was purely reactionary.
Reactionary, as if the pain was screaming danger in his ears. Were it not for the strap of leather forced between his teeth, he may have said something unsavory. Lucky for that, perhaps, as instead, he bites down hard against the poor-tasting thing, his eyes squeezing shut.
The thief’s pale form does shifts, allowing his bones to shift beneath the skin. The strange, bulging formations on his back push outward again, blood starting to seep from the highestmost point, and he could feel it trickling down his back. Along the same wet trails left behind by Cedar's warm cloth, there was only another moment or two spared before he felt something erupting from his back, pushing up and stretching out as if they'd been straining to be free for hours now. ...Which may not be too far from the truth.
His breath comes out as a low shudder as he breathes around the leather strap in his mouth, his body stilling from its struggles to instead shiver with the pain that now raked across his shoulders. It was a lot less intense, but it didn't feel like it was going away anywhere soon. His head turns, eyes opening from where they'd been screwed shut. Staring up at the pair of now freed, dripping red wings that spread out over his back.
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Reactionary, as if the pain was screaming danger in his ears. Were it not for the strap of leather forced between his teeth, he may have said something unsavory. Lucky for that, perhaps, as instead, he bites down hard against the poor-tasting thing, his eyes squeezing shut.
The thief’s pale form does shifts, allowing his bones to shift beneath the skin. The strange, bulging formations on his back push outward again, blood starting to seep from the highestmost point, and he could feel it trickling down his back. Along the same wet trails left behind by Cedar's warm cloth, there was only another moment or two spared before he felt something erupting from his back, pushing up and stretching out as if they'd been straining to be free for hours now. ...Which may not be too far from the truth.
His breath comes out as a low shudder as he breathes around the leather strap in his mouth, his body stilling from its struggles to instead shiver with the pain that now raked across his shoulders. It was a lot less intense, but it didn't feel like it was going away anywhere soon. His head turns, eyes opening from where they'd been screwed shut. Staring up at the pair of now freed, dripping red wings that spread out over his back.
...This couldn't be real.]