Mar yowled as he hit the ground, the mewlings and rumblings of a normal cat vanishing as he arched his back and drew his lips back as far as they would go, baring a row of sharp teeth: and then the darkness reached to him. One moment he was there, feline-scream guttural and distended, and then he disappeared into the shadow as if swallowed by it, melted away into the avenging memory that remembered him.
And the hand: Lloyd's dagger struck it open with the overripe sound of dead flesh splitting. Black, viscous blood splashed, spattering his face and oozing sluggishly along the wrist and rapidly-emerging forearm until it stained Al's bright hair. And still it didn't hesitate, grip only tightening and pulling, pulling until -- a second hand crawled out of his hair, pale fingers curling forward this time. Blood-caked fingernails scraped across his face, trailing lightly over his cheek and eyebrows until abruptly it, too, was pulling him back.
Inexorable strength, unmitigated fury. Behind Al the darkness in the hallway didn't disperse so much as absorb the light, shadows writhing as if all the black itself was alive.
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And the hand: Lloyd's dagger struck it open with the overripe sound of dead flesh splitting. Black, viscous blood splashed, spattering his face and oozing sluggishly along the wrist and rapidly-emerging forearm until it stained Al's bright hair. And still it didn't hesitate, grip only tightening and pulling, pulling until -- a second hand crawled out of his hair, pale fingers curling forward this time. Blood-caked fingernails scraped across his face, trailing lightly over his cheek and eyebrows until abruptly it, too, was pulling him back.
Inexorable strength, unmitigated fury. Behind Al the darkness in the hallway didn't disperse so much as absorb the light, shadows writhing as if all the black itself was alive.