[viktor barely registers sliding down the wall, hand warm and wet when he places it to his abdomen. he doesn't look down, doesn't need to see how he's split open, doesn't need to see his own viscera in the open air, his blood gushing red to pale and milky as it hits the low moonlight of early evening. the smell of milk is sickening and strong against the iron tinge.
he knows he is dying, he's been dying at a slower speed for long enough, though the white hot pain and contrasting chill are novel. he will not look, but he can look to megumi, tilting vision taking in a shift and an energy that seems to whirl around him now. dark, inky, a touch alarming- another wolf and the odd flies it destroys with its mere presence.
viktor blinks slowly, the world around sluggish and tinged in a dark blue now, a black he thinks is coming from fushiguro in some way. it doesn't stay slow, not with how the beast still too close to him howls as the new wolf lunges, unable to keep its balance its knocked by the massive claws of the creature.
the spider wolf tumbles, spurting dark, corrupted blood, one of it's many legs cut open and raw before it's lunging at the new wolf. it tries to snap its massive jaw around the new wolf's throat, already weakened and frenzied from the initial attack. its attention is, at least, wholly on this new predator in its midst, howls higher pitched and rasping.]
gore/injury cw!
he knows he is dying, he's been dying at a slower speed for long enough, though the white hot pain and contrasting chill are novel. he will not look, but he can look to megumi, tilting vision taking in a shift and an energy that seems to whirl around him now. dark, inky, a touch alarming- another wolf and the odd flies it destroys with its mere presence.
viktor blinks slowly, the world around sluggish and tinged in a dark blue now, a black he thinks is coming from fushiguro in some way. it doesn't stay slow, not with how the beast still too close to him howls as the new wolf lunges, unable to keep its balance its knocked by the massive claws of the creature.
the spider wolf tumbles, spurting dark, corrupted blood, one of it's many legs cut open and raw before it's lunging at the new wolf. it tries to snap its massive jaw around the new wolf's throat, already weakened and frenzied from the initial attack. its attention is, at least, wholly on this new predator in its midst, howls higher pitched and rasping.]