"I suppose we shall see," he hums, and her final struggle sends him with her, stumbling over her as she slides across the floor and to the ground.
He straightens, after a moment, and laughs, dark. Slowly, he moves toward her, smelling the sweet scent of her despair, contained--he follows his snout, then his human nose, as he shifts forms. He squats, looking, and finds the ring on her finger.
He slides it off with care, cradling it in his palm. He curls his fingers over it and lifts his hand to his nose, sucking in another breath. Despair, potent and sweet, unblemished by her attempts at cover. She is so like Haruto.
Dragon stands, holding her Soul Gem to his chest, and turns away. As he ducks through the hole in the wall she'd so graciously opened with her body, he looks back. Without her body to see her reactions, the ring in his fist seems less attractive a prospect of keeping. He looks down on it, and then he tosses it away, skittering across the warehouse floor.
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He straightens, after a moment, and laughs, dark. Slowly, he moves toward her, smelling the sweet scent of her despair, contained--he follows his snout, then his human nose, as he shifts forms. He squats, looking, and finds the ring on her finger.
He slides it off with care, cradling it in his palm. He curls his fingers over it and lifts his hand to his nose, sucking in another breath. Despair, potent and sweet, unblemished by her attempts at cover. She is so like Haruto.
Dragon stands, holding her Soul Gem to his chest, and turns away. As he ducks through the hole in the wall she'd so graciously opened with her body, he looks back. Without her body to see her reactions, the ring in his fist seems less attractive a prospect of keeping. He looks down on it, and then he tosses it away, skittering across the warehouse floor.