criticallyfucked: (As you stare into the rising water)
Foster van Denend ([personal profile] criticallyfucked) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival 2018-04-29 03:10 am (UTC)

He has a pair of eyes on her, but he only needs them for keeping track of the greimen--he can feel when she's settled, finding her place right in the curve of his back, behind his shoulders. It's a very different experience from having Zangetsu and Ginko on his back during the concert's mayhem--Zangetsu and Reira are very distinct weights, both of them.

He plants his six-fingered hands on the uneven floor and unfolds his forelegs, rising up to his full height and swinging his back end out, kicking one diminutive alien a glancing blow in the process; that one is an accident, but the two who go down like dominoes from his tail are not.

There are just too many of them, though. Even kicking them around like toys, he's taking irritating bug-zapper-like fire and he doesn't appreciate the taser against his butt, either--!

[The rest of these!]

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