Elidibus may have been more... accepting of the cost, ever weighing against necessity and benefits of his choices (as well as the possibility of failure). It does not mean he was not disturbed at how weakened they really were and that unenviable reminder that they were ultimately at the mercy of their respective patrons. But at least in private, he could give some small voice to his colleague. His.... friend. And so they both had each other.
At least that is how it's supposed to go.
Elidibus was no fool. He quickly understood why he was willing to immediately use his flagging magicks to teleport away from the safety of the nest the two had made on this star. Yes there was compulsion to flee from anything that was a predator, that was not prey like him. But would it not have been somewhat tempered by reason?
Thousands upon thousands of years had instilled the indefatigable paradigm of being one of three who were what mankind once was. It had not been arrogance to think they were more powerful, more experienced, more... whole than mortals of their world. It was baseline fact.
On Earth that fact was mostly moot, their potency bound far closer to humans than the even mortal vessels they sometimes inhabited on their star. But it was not like that paradigm was easily shaken either. It would have been easier to reserve his power and be more clever and perhaps even fight the compulsion to form a plan to overcome the predator. So he can tell himself.
But not here. Not one faced with another one of the Three. Though Elidibus knew what was in the shadows, what had sent him without a single thought on the run, the normally rational figure still fears in a way he has rarely known. The hem of his robe sways as a boot slips backward half a step from the shadows- frighteningly close- where Emet-Selch lingers.
There is a slight, harsh scrape as if something sought to cut through the soft leather. Something like claw. Or talon. Elidibus clenches his hands into fists to still the tremble and the urge to escape again. Emet-Selch could simply follow the same way.
"...I will be no easy quarry." He states to the Dark-bound hunter. Tells to himself.
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At least that is how it's supposed to go.
Elidibus was no fool. He quickly understood why he was willing to immediately use his flagging magicks to teleport away from the safety of the nest the two had made on this star. Yes there was compulsion to flee from anything that was a predator, that was not prey like him. But would it not have been somewhat tempered by reason?
Thousands upon thousands of years had instilled the indefatigable paradigm of being one of three who were what mankind once was. It had not been arrogance to think they were more powerful, more experienced, more... whole than mortals of their world. It was baseline fact.
On Earth that fact was mostly moot, their potency bound far closer to humans than the even mortal vessels they sometimes inhabited on their star. But it was not like that paradigm was easily shaken either. It would have been easier to reserve his power and be more clever and perhaps even fight the compulsion to form a plan to overcome the predator. So he can tell himself.
But not here. Not one faced with another one of the Three. Though Elidibus knew what was in the shadows, what had sent him without a single thought on the run, the normally rational figure still fears in a way he has rarely known. The hem of his robe sways as a boot slips backward half a step from the shadows- frighteningly close- where Emet-Selch lingers.
There is a slight, harsh scrape as if something sought to cut through the soft leather. Something like claw. Or talon. Elidibus clenches his hands into fists to still the tremble and the urge to escape again. Emet-Selch could simply follow the same way.
"...I will be no easy quarry." He states to the Dark-bound hunter. Tells to himself.