Indra had received nothing since the failed hunting attempt of earlier. The meager pickings of outside weren't enough. There was never enough.
This time, however, the demon was going to try something different. From its position far back in the corner of the Field, its massive bulk hidden behind the equipment shed, it slowly raised a blue hand towards Jack Horner. Magic, of a quieter sort than before, gathered around its monstrous fingers before seeming to disappear.
And suddenly? Suddenly... Jack might begin to feel drowsy. Sleepy. His body was injured, wouldn't it be a good idea to rest? The night was made for sleep; why contradict the natural order and stay up? Just a few minutes of rest would do wonders...
...whether successful or not, Indra began silently gliding towards the two humans, the razor-sharp discs on his hand and feet slowly beginning to spin in anticipation. Soon it could rip, and tear, and devour...
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Indra had received nothing since the failed hunting attempt of earlier. The meager pickings of outside weren't enough. There was never enough.
This time, however, the demon was going to try something different. From its position far back in the corner of the Field, its massive bulk hidden behind the equipment shed, it slowly raised a blue hand towards Jack Horner. Magic, of a quieter sort than before, gathered around its monstrous fingers before seeming to disappear.
And suddenly? Suddenly... Jack might begin to feel drowsy. Sleepy. His body was injured, wouldn't it be a good idea to rest? The night was made for sleep; why contradict the natural order and stay up? Just a few minutes of rest would do wonders...
...whether successful or not, Indra began silently gliding towards the two humans, the razor-sharp discs on his hand and feet slowly beginning to spin in anticipation. Soon it could rip, and tear, and devour...