unsheathedfromreality: (my companions in this escapade)
Illarion Albireo ([personal profile] unsheathedfromreality) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2021-12-12 05:18 pm (UTC)

[With the monster down and the evacuation well underway, Illarion can venture closer--enough to catch the sense (and sound and smell) of what it's doing to its prey.

Close enough also that the aura of intense and stifling negativity the thing emits washes over him, plucking at all his inward flaws and demanding they become worse. Doubt, despair, guilt, disdain-- The shrike sets his jaw and pushes into the metaphysical storm, letting intrusive thought and emotion slide past him unregarded in his skulking stalk toward the nearest tall building.

He catches the exchange between the other scattered defenders as he moves; catches, also, when one of them (friend, Vileblood) tries to talk the monster down. (The Silence catches at the ember of fond annoyance that wakes in Illarion, twisting and worrying at it. Fury and crippling worry aren't so far off from those...)

It's quintessentially Bigby. It's probably not going to work.

Illarion entertains a fragment of hope anyway as he reaches his target building and begins climbing. He'll need a good ambush position for whatever happens next, while Fern and..."Cool Swords Guy" are preoccupied with rescue. Somewhere above the monster and away from the Vilebloods.
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