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[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Around!
Format: Action to start, but I’ll follow
Summary: Somebody's po’d about suddenly being not at home!
Warnings: None at the moment

[He’ll only stay in this room as long as he’s forced here, he resolves. Being caught so completely, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, is neither pleasant nor comforting. In fact, if he allowed himself these thoughts anyway, it rather terrifies him. Nothing like being dropped into an unfamiliar and likely dangerous situation with a body that won’t move. His mind reels as he waits: Gotta be a highblood plot, right? But how would they have found him… hmm.  And what about his cavalreapers?  Everything feels off-kilter and strange, and the very moment he can, he slips across the communal respiteblock floor, wings half opened, and tries the door]

[AND LATER he’s moving carefully through each floor, suspicious and irritated. His head is held at an odd angle as he explores, lowered slightly so he’s forced to peer up through his brows to see, but his horns carve a sharp, dangerous arc through the air, settled at just about goring level. It’s not really the best threat, but he’s made them work for him in the past when he’s been desperate. And hey, if this isn’t a desperate situation here, without his soldiers or his beasts or his weapons, then he doesn’t know what is! So yeah... watch out, guys… This troll fit to snap at the first thing that looks at him wrong…]

Comments

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[NOPE NOPE NOPE the second she sees him charging, she throws her hands out to catch him by his horns to try and once again steer his momentum into a wall or doorway. At least if she gets him in a room, she can shut the damn door in his face and change into new attire that isn't stained with dirtblood cooties.

And then maybe come back later with her culling fork.]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[NON! He is not startled this time (mostly) and he is also SURPRISINGLY PISSED OFF FOR A LOWBLOOD, so while she does start to redirect him a little, he just... plants his feet, grabbing her arms and trying to yank them back into place. Also digging his claws into her skin again. Because if he can get her to let go this time, it will work much more in his favor!!]

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[She is starting to lose her temper, judging by the taint of her skin, which is finally beginning to show signs of her blood boiling just beneath the surface. Condesce knows exactly what's going to happen if she releases him.

So there's a brief moment when tyrian blood begins to leak from her wrists before she throws all of her considerable strength into pushing back against the Summoner, trying to twist him off balance by releasing one horn to yank his arm near her face.

Should she succeed, he would find all three rows of shark teeth sinking straight into it.]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[WOW THIS IS PAINFUL AND ALSO AWKWARD AS HELL. Having his arm bit was not ever really a thing he wanted to happen, and he finds himself once again wishing he had a weapon instead of... having to awkwardly fight with the tips of his horns!]

[Because, yeah, he's just going to twist his head here, using the hand still on his other horn as a pivot to drive... the free point into... her throat? Wherever, he's not picky. Because even if the point misses any fleshy bits, the rest of the horn coming down over her shoulder will probably hurt!]