[For a moment he is lost in it, the sensation. He's overwhelmed the way he wants, his body howling for more and more. The way it craves for flesh, meat, blood, everything, except as he is now he's allowed himself to become everything that anyone has ever said about him. A monster, an abomination.
Ah, but he is not without realizing who Illarion is. He still has those memories, after all. So for a moment again, he debates -- does he delve into his beasthood, or does he resist?
And he can only meet partway. Horns have grown out of his skull, his fingers ending in horrible green claws. Eventually, he does pull back, but not without more greedy gulps; dark is smeared over his mouth, joining the rest of the blood stains he has previously indulged in.
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Ah, but he is not without realizing who Illarion is. He still has those memories, after all. So for a moment again, he debates -- does he delve into his beasthood, or does he resist?
And he can only meet partway. Horns have grown out of his skull, his fingers ending in horrible green claws. Eventually, he does pull back, but not without more greedy gulps; dark is smeared over his mouth, joining the rest of the blood stains he has previously indulged in.
Only this time, there's the tinge of regret.]
Run from me. Right now.