[ dan feng should be fine riding that warm high for a moment, because vastella is approaching sett. ] Who else then? [ all three heads speak in unison. ] Ẁ̵̫̪̈̊̾̐̿̏͗͂̌͂̉ẖ̸̛͉̭͚̳̎̈́́̌͗̐̅̐̔͘̚͘͜͝͝ờ̶̭̬̻͇̯̈́̑̀͑͑͐͋̔̉̉̉̆̎͑͋ ̶̢̰̝̲̜̮̰͍̻̘̝̆̓͂͛̉́̏̈́̽̉̉͘͠͝ͅé̸̘͕̙̬̘͙͍̖̤͍͈̳̖̍̊͌̀̈͒̆͛̋͘̕͠ͅḽ̸̢̨̞̜̝̺̿͑͊͆̕͜͝s̶̢̼̩̮̳͍̩̰̹̣̟͛̅̀̀͗́̋͌̅͊̐̅̌̊ȩ̸̬̟̼̠̖̬͍͉̻͊̈́̈́͊̂͛̌͘͝ ̷̢̽̎̉̃t̶͓̱̤̤͎͚̮͌̒̃͗̋͌͋̔̐̾̓͂͝͝͝͝h̴̡̛̬͖́̆̀̄̈́͂̊̇̑̏͛̉̃́͝͝ḛ̴̛̛̗̭͈͚̼̹̗̙͕̟̜́̿͊̅͗̾̒͒̈́͆̈́̎͛̿͘͜ṋ̷̛͍̘̰̳̠̣͔̹̌̈́̀̿͊̕̚͜͝?̸̲̀̅͐͋͗̀͊͂̕͘͠
[He flinches back for a moment, the pressure of that intimidation strong even for him. He rallies but only because of a lifetime of experience that weakness will only make it last longer.]
Sloth got hurt! If you-
I'll do whatever y'need. You can take it out on me if you want.
Have you no restraint? [ vastella walks him back into the nearest tree and then slams onto of her paws against its trunk above his head... except that her paw just goes through it and the tree snaps, tumbling backwards. tiiiiiimber. ] I need you to exercise restraint. You were no longer under her spell and though your hunger still persisted you [ shoves their snouts into his face and huffs gold breath ( which is eerily cold ) at him. ] f̴e̴a̶s̶t̶e̶d̵ ̴o̴n̸ ̴y̸o̴u̴r̶ ̷f̵r̴i̵e̴n̸d̸s̶
[There's no where backwards to go. His twisted paw braces himself on the shattered stump left by Vastella's temper, and his muzzle his forced into his ruff.
Every word hits like a club. It's not like they aren't ones that had been swishing around in the back of his mind since. But out loud they're more visceral. More real. ]
i did. [It doesn't matter what the explanation was. That's the truth of it.]
[ vastella takes a step back. ] I am disappointed in you and Sloth... but I am glad that nobody died, and that you are feeling more like yourself. [ they take another deep breath. ] Please tell me where your are hurt.
Save it for them. If it gets worse again, I'd rather be easier to take down.
[Though the bite on the hand is obvious. He's missing a part of it, though the bleeding has stopped. The burns are cooled and skin closed. He's guarding his ribs and several new lacerations and bites look. Dan Feng like.]
You are a c̵̨̲͖͉̺͈͈̥͖̖͈̲̞̻̠͓̺̰̋́́̇̑̀̃̈́̌̔̽̉͊͒̓̀̌̍͗͆̔̃̾̌͆͑͐̈́̽̍͑̏͗͗͗̄̾̈́͌͘̕̚̕͜ͅh̵̡̡̢̰̩̬̦̳͉̩͔͉̲͚̼̥͓̯͎̤̲̹̜̻̳͉͆͛͊́̊́͐̿̄͗̈́́̇ͅį̴̡̻͙͓͈͚͔̺̼̫̙̹̮̗͈̗͍̺͉͙͔̲̲̫̰͔̠͓̺̩̪͖̪͚̻͕̦̲̙̦̙͍̗̳̙̇͑̂̊͒͛̏̌͑̋̌̂̐͆̀̏̀̐͐̿́̀̉͆͋͆̆̈́̂̊̑̽́̊͗̂̍̑͒̑̏̚͜͜͜͠ͅl̶̨̡͖̟͔̰͓͍̝͓̭̰̝̼̩̫̩͕̺̺͔̳̹̺̠̹̞̰̪̞̰̣̹͉͚̭̼̳͎͎̀̋̎̊͆̃͑̓̽̉̇̾͌̽̊̽̌͗̄̋͒́̏̔̊͌̀̈͑͐̽̈́̕͝d̸̨̛̲̱͎̙͍̭̠͖̝̫̲̹̞̯̪̤̼͙̥̠̟̣̻̜̜͓̝̝̯̃̾͜ͅ.
[Dan Feng draws himself up, chin tilted in defiance - or at least tries to, because it's pretty hard to look intimidating when not more than ten minutes ago he'd been curled up like an anemic shrimp.]
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And... no. No it didn't.
[Then in a sotto voice to Danny.] bro how often do you end up here?
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Sloth got hurt! If you-
I'll do whatever y'need. You can take it out on me if you want.
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Every word hits like a club. It's not like they aren't ones that had been swishing around in the back of his mind since. But out loud they're more visceral. More real. ]
i did. [It doesn't matter what the explanation was. That's the truth of it.]
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Save it for them. If it gets worse again, I'd rather be easier to take down.
[Though the bite on the hand is obvious. He's missing a part of it, though the bleeding has stopped. The burns are cooled and skin closed. He's guarding his ribs and several new lacerations and bites look. Dan Feng like.]
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And I know. I gotta come by with a sewing kit and patch like thirty-
... oh fuck I can't sew with hands like this!!
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[Dan Feng draws himself up, chin tilted in defiance - or at least tries to, because it's pretty hard to look intimidating when not more than ten minutes ago he'd been curled up like an anemic shrimp.]
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