a soldier on my own

[uprisings]

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here

[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]

[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]

[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]

Comments

[uprisings]

[OH. Yeah, the sudden vicious pain in his joint is the last wake up call he needs, and it is more then enough to light a fire under his skin. All of that panic and fear gets turned to a violent, bitter rage, and he snaps his fist up against her jaw]

[entropied]

[That she was not expecting, and she drops his wing, falling back and covering her now aching jaw with her hand. Too bad she set down her wands, huh?]

[uprisings]

[YUP because the second she's let go entirely, he's rolling up, grabbing her by one horn and smashing her face into the ground. There is a kind of low, awful growl building in his chest. You're done, my dear. Just. Done]

[entropied]

[Welp.

Her pain tolerance might be incredibly high, but that doesn't mean she's immune to being knocked out. He doesn't get any resistance here.]

[uprisings]

[Yeah he... doesn't notice at all!!! She is a threat and he is angry, furiously and impossibly so, each pulse of ragged pain in his shoulder and his side and his wing an awful reminder of what she has done to him. Taken from him. He has killed people for far less then this, and so he does not hesitate at all to take his claws to her, his fists, to take her apart from every point just so she... understands the damage she has done]

[He is mad violence, dragging her up against the wall and trapping her throat with his forearm, breathing, snarling, over her. And yet, despite the blood on his hands, he can still feel her pulse against his skin and he]

[won't]

[stand for that. Somewhere very distant, he registers that she is no longer conscious. That the threat is over and he should stop. But his wing twinges again and that is enough to drive his hands one last time, taking her horns and her shoulders and the snap of her neck is a sweet note around the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears]

[He drops her body, without ceremony or care, and stumbles away down the hall, suddenly shaking and wiping blood across his face as he tries to clear the tears out of his eyes. He is... so very tired]