@murilega -- illumine (hail, horrors, hail)
even as angels bound their shadows to them, their lack of sin being all that kept monstrosities silent, being ‘shadowed’ by others wasn’t what solace would call pleasant. he could feel a lustful gaze close on his back, fancied it the open-jawed mouth and heavy breathing of a predator in something uncontrolled && a flash of near violent imagery. twitched, and wheeled with a flick of his robes to pin his stalker with a blade of shivering light.
his shadow herself screamed shrilly, warped against her own familiar shape to tear away from the bright flash of pain, and the sickening tug of her fast beating wings felt as nothing when one of them fluttered into the shadow of their pursuer. sol’s head spun, and he collapsed to his knees, meeting dually slit-pupils with naught but defiance ( and an undercurrent of fear, as nimue his shadow raised what was left of her voice in impossible speech, chattering hail and fairwell to these monstrous strangers. ) -- ❝ if you expect whatever that was to force a fall, you are s-sadly mistaken. begging, however, may be on offer. ❞
