[This feels good. He can see how tightly Sett is holding himself, how much he's straining to hold himself back, out of what? Politeness? Loyalty to Valencia? Loyalty to the human part of him?
He stops, crouching in front of Sett. Less than a thought and there's two tails winding behind him, woven into existence with Gluttony's magic. Dan Feng smiles like a knife.]
It's the slither of a new tail that snaps that fine control out of him. That's HIS he knows it's his. His prey says something but he doesn't care.
Sett's fast like this. Faster than when they'd fought, and somehow stronger. Maybe it's the transformation and maybe it's just the desperation. That maw opens wide, flecks of foam collected on the gums, and he's going to try and pounce Danny, snapping for that new appendage. ]
[They end up rolling in the dirt some, and Dan Feng will have at least gotten in a good swipe - but he ends up scratched bloody, too, a single, truly massive hand spanning the breadth of his waist holding him, face-first, against a slab of granite.
There is literally zero give, considering the difference in their sizes, and his feet scrabble against the scant grass here. He could call his hydromancy forward, or spit acid, or frankly a dozen other things, but he did promise Sett his help, and he liked him enough to follow through with it.]
[ There's a little squeeze around DF's ribs at the struggling, but it's more like a cat patting something they've already caught.
Then something furry brushes along his tail, even as his other hand wraps around the tip of the tail to hold it steady. It's an appreciative nuzzle, cheek pressing past, perhaps a thanks, maybe just savoring.
[It's not the first time someone's done this to him, even beyond this place. He's a literal, physical extension of his Aeon's grace, and his flesh held the same unnatural healing powers, albeit tinged with the poison granted with it.
But it hasn't happened enough for him to get used to it. And there's nobody else here to see, so the whimper comes out full-throated, and perhaps when Sett comes back enough to his senses, he'll come to the questionable realization that Dan Feng makes the exact same sounds when he's in great pain and when he's in bed.
There's a lot of meat there, at least; three, nearly four feet of pure muscle, cradled by vertebrae.]
[ It's the best. It's the BEST. The TEXTURE of the resistance and give, the scrape of muscle on his teeth, the sounds in his ears. There's a fondness that colors it, that tongue occasionally lapping between bites... the hand that rubs along Dan Feng's flank, as if trying to soothe or gentle him through the sharp lances of pain and dull relief. ]
[There's a moment of ragged breathing at that hand, and then a last fond lick with that sandpaper tongue.]
I.. [What IS he going to say? He doesn't know. He feels a bit drunk. Content and SATED. Then the massive hand removes itself from that impossible pin- only to replace by the warm weight of Sett settling over him.]
Full. [ He says it on an exhale, like it was something that felt impossible or maybe just indecent. ] I feel full...
[ The brain cells haven't quite finished starting up, because when he shifts back off of Dan Feng, it's just to gather him up to hold, like he does a lover. ]
[Dan Feng goes easy into Sett's bulk, burying his face into the fur at his collarbone. He can't actually tell which way is up, with how lightheaded he is, and his head lolls back as he lifts a hand to try and clumsily pet at Sett's muzzle.]
's she back yet? [The smell of blood is thick in the air, underscored by the sweet, overripe scent of Dan Feng's healing magic, trying and failing to close over whatever Sett has left of his tail, on account of, you know, going into shock.] Go look.
[ That jolts him out of that odd little euphoric mood that comes when a suffering ceases.VAL. It shocks through him, heart racing, clutching Dan Feng a little closer-
And then realizing the weak loll of the man's head-
He's been in enough fights to know what shock looks like. ]
SHIT. No, hang on.
[His hands are too sharp and too clumsy to stop the bleeding, but after a fumbling attempt, there's shadow slithering up around it and constricting.]
[ their side heads have their mouths closed and their eyes have grown dim. their center head has its mouth closed and yet it still talks, gold smoke expelled from its 'nostrils'. ] What's going on here? What have you two been doing?
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Assuming y'win. Big assumption.
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He gets to his feet. Snicks claws out as he starts walking closer, his tail flicking behind him.]
Assumption? It's a fact. You think you can overpower me?
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Bone claws dig furrows into the ground as he tries not to get up but he's getting so CLOSE and he can HEAR Dan Feng's PULSE. ]
Don't care.
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He stops, crouching in front of Sett. Less than a thought and there's two tails winding behind him, woven into existence with Gluttony's magic. Dan Feng smiles like a knife.]
Mindless little creature.
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It's the slither of a new tail that snaps that fine control out of him. That's HIS he knows it's his. His prey says something but he doesn't care.
Sett's fast like this. Faster than when they'd fought, and somehow stronger. Maybe it's the transformation and maybe it's just the desperation. That maw opens wide, flecks of foam collected on the gums, and he's going to try and pounce Danny, snapping for that new appendage. ]
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There is literally zero give, considering the difference in their sizes, and his feet scrabble against the scant grass here. He could call his hydromancy forward, or spit acid, or frankly a dozen other things, but he did promise Sett his help, and he liked him enough to follow through with it.]
Neatly, you mongrel!
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Then something furry brushes along his tail, even as his other hand wraps around the tip of the tail to hold it steady. It's an appreciative nuzzle, cheek pressing past, perhaps a thanks, maybe just savoring.
The crackle of scales come a moment after. ]
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But it hasn't happened enough for him to get used to it. And there's nobody else here to see, so the whimper comes out full-throated, and perhaps when Sett comes back enough to his senses, he'll come to the questionable realization that Dan Feng makes the exact same sounds when he's in great pain and when he's in bed.
There's a lot of meat there, at least; three, nearly four feet of pure muscle, cradled by vertebrae.]
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Say something. [He mumbles, drowsy, reaching back to grab at Sett's claws with a shaking hand.] I'm lonely and cold.
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I.. [What IS he going to say? He doesn't know. He feels a bit drunk. Content and SATED. Then the massive hand removes itself from that impossible pin- only to replace by the warm weight of Sett settling over him.]
That was... That was good?
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[Smacking him in the hip weakly, but his other tail settles over Sett's waist.]
How are you feeling?
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[ The brain cells haven't quite finished starting up, because when he shifts back off of Dan Feng, it's just to gather him up to hold, like he does a lover. ]
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's she back yet? [The smell of blood is thick in the air, underscored by the sweet, overripe scent of Dan Feng's healing magic, trying and failing to close over whatever Sett has left of his tail, on account of, you know, going into shock.] Go look.
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And then realizing the weak loll of the man's head-
He's been in enough fights to know what shock looks like. ]
SHIT. No, hang on.
[His hands are too sharp and too clumsy to stop the bleeding, but after a fumbling attempt, there's shadow slithering up around it and constricting.]
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[The constriction helps, but not immediately; Dan Feng tries to sit up and does a good impression of a drunken toddler.]
'm fine. Not the worst. [Petulantly:] I taste better.
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First. We are not ever, EVER comparing tastes.
Second. I don't want to know what the worst is.
Third. We're going to a healer. Tinea okay?
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[He pets blindly down Sett's ruff, purring despite what just transpired between them.]
Oh, Sett. Were you really like this all along.
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I told you somethin' happened.
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It's fine if you confess. [How a guy on the verge of shock manages to croon is a mystery.] It's just us.
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You've seen my memories. I aint good.
But I aint THIS.
Not even remotely sorry to disappoint.
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