[On a normal day, Bigby is always fighting his worst instincts. The beast inside always yearns for the worst, to follow through with rage, to hunt, to feast. It is something he is well practiced in battling, trying to push against the rabid thing inside of him. So, with the struggling against the unusually high amounts of paranoia, it has been that much harder, but he has been trying. Meditation, resting, keeping himself occupied. Trying everything to keep himself calm around other people, for their sake.
And now he is in the belly of another beast, numbly aware of what just happened: it's eaten him. His leg is gone. It feels like he's being boiled, and regrettably that is not the first time he has felt that particular sensation. What is different is the surge of sensation of negativity, the rank smell of it, seeping into every part of him. The paranoia, the fear, the anger -- it flares uncontrollably inside of him.
Nothing will come to save him. He is on his own, he's always been on his own. You said you would visit my cell! You lied! he'd wept to himself once before years ago while no one listened.
He is not prey.
(Distantly, he remembers seeing liquid run out of the bird monster's eyes. Was it crying? Is it indeed a slave to its worst self?)
The chains around his person burst off, leaving him only in shackles. A howling scream rips out of his throat as he transforms completely, regrowing his leg as he changes. With dagger-like claws and improved strength, he begins to rip his way out.
And on the outside, the others will see an arm violently clawing out.]
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And now he is in the belly of another beast, numbly aware of what just happened: it's eaten him. His leg is gone. It feels like he's being boiled, and regrettably that is not the first time he has felt that particular sensation. What is different is the surge of sensation of negativity, the rank smell of it, seeping into every part of him. The paranoia, the fear, the anger -- it flares uncontrollably inside of him.
Nothing will come to save him. He is on his own, he's always been on his own. You said you would visit my cell! You lied! he'd wept to himself once before years ago while no one listened.
He is not prey.
(Distantly, he remembers seeing liquid run out of the bird monster's eyes. Was it crying? Is it indeed a slave to its worst self?)
The chains around his person burst off, leaving him only in shackles. A howling scream rips out of his throat as he transforms completely, regrowing his leg as he changes. With dagger-like claws and improved strength, he begins to rip his way out.
And on the outside, the others will see an arm violently clawing out.]