He didn't hesitate one bit and in fact, calmly drove the knife into his ut and tugged to the side before the shock could sink in.
He arched upwards, gaping, eyes wide-- and whether it was a painful shock, a pleasant one, or a mixture of both was hard to tell. The boy's eyes were lost to nothing-- to looking within, from whence something came.
That something was behind him, though he needed not look at it.
There was darkness, which looked pretty gleaming compared to what lurked inside of it. Teeth. These were the teeth that every human could recognize because they were written into the collective, unconscious memory as the last pair of teeth you wanted to see, and quite literally, the last you saw. A long row on a reptilian-like face, indistinct in the shadows, but dressed in a most regal, impure mane, which gleamed just a little red under the light, in stark contrast with its sickly yellow eyes. The figure had a leonine body, and claws, oh what white claws it had, they stood out in the dark pit that it emerged from. It was, however, bound... wrapped in chains that it didn't seem the least bit annoyed about, but in fact, it seemed to enjoy them, with a Chesire twist to its grin. Its chest was metallic-- and patterned with a bad-relief chrysanthemum seal. Its back side was that of a best ready to pounce, and when it opened its mouth it made a sound like a nest of angry hornets. It was possible that, if you looked inside the mouth, you might actually see them, giving the idea the beast was full of them...
But then it vanished.
"Ah..." he said, a bit sweaty now, and startled by what he felt, what he saw, eyes still with a hundred yard look for a moment.
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He arched upwards, gaping, eyes wide-- and whether it was a painful shock, a pleasant one, or a mixture of both was hard to tell. The boy's eyes were lost to nothing-- to looking within, from whence something came.
That something was behind him, though he needed not look at it.
There was darkness, which looked pretty gleaming compared to what lurked inside of it. Teeth. These were the teeth that every human could recognize because they were written into the collective, unconscious memory as the last pair of teeth you wanted to see, and quite literally, the last you saw. A long row on a reptilian-like face, indistinct in the shadows, but dressed in a most regal, impure mane, which gleamed just a little red under the light, in stark contrast with its sickly yellow eyes. The figure had a leonine body, and claws, oh what white claws it had, they stood out in the dark pit that it emerged from. It was, however, bound... wrapped in chains that it didn't seem the least bit annoyed about, but in fact, it seemed to enjoy them, with a Chesire twist to its grin. Its chest was metallic-- and patterned with a bad-relief chrysanthemum seal. Its back side was that of a best ready to pounce, and when it opened its mouth it made a sound like a nest of angry hornets. It was possible that, if you looked inside the mouth, you might actually see them, giving the idea the beast was full of them...
But then it vanished.
"Ah..." he said, a bit sweaty now, and startled by what he felt, what he saw, eyes still with a hundred yard look for a moment.