[It holds him with its left hand. The one less likely to do actual damage, thankfully. But the grip is still like iron nonetheless. Latched onto Jon's arm hard enough to press through fabric. It does not let go.]
[It leans in, instead, its jaw dropping into a too-wide parody of a grin. Too wide, the teeth too sharp, and nothing but a lurid, painfully white glow in the eyes. Not a single speck of recognition. Not like the metal monster in the dream. This is worse, somehow, this is past the tipping point, drowning in the abyss.]
[Its whole face seems to jitter to one side, the image of it smearing. And then, in one motion, it jerks the poor man up and onto its shoulders. Normal-feeling shoulders. Not deformed with muscle like the monster's had been. Though something squirms beneath fabric.]
[Black scars churning, animated, moving across the skin.]
[It runs. It bolts. Carrying its prey as if Jon doesn't weigh more than a couple grapes. Which, comparatively, may as well be true.]
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[It leans in, instead, its jaw dropping into a too-wide parody of a grin. Too wide, the teeth too sharp, and nothing but a lurid, painfully white glow in the eyes. Not a single speck of recognition. Not like the metal monster in the dream. This is worse, somehow, this is past the tipping point, drowning in the abyss.]
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[Its whole face seems to jitter to one side, the image of it smearing. And then, in one motion, it jerks the poor man up and onto its shoulders. Normal-feeling shoulders. Not deformed with muscle like the monster's had been. Though something squirms beneath fabric.]
[Black scars churning, animated, moving across the skin.]
[It runs. It bolts. Carrying its prey as if Jon doesn't weigh more than a couple grapes. Which, comparatively, may as well be true.]