The snap cracks loud in the alley, as if the night itself had silenced itself at just the right moment. To hear the sound would be far too late to react to what it heralds.
Dignity shatters as surely as the silence. The rising panic in Elidibus's heart blanks his rational mind; and as though he truly were the bird all the feathers seem to suggest, he began to leap skyward.
The height he reached seems boosted by the remainder of his magicks. For a moment, the torn boots where scaly talons finally burst forth in a painful transformation would be seen within the fluttering hem of his robes.
But he has no wings, nor aether to manipulate currents that would permit him to defy the laws of gravity. As if wounded... or perhaps more analogous as though a bird that had been unaware its wings and feet had been entangled by the discarded lines of careless fishermen.
He falls. Hard and to his knees and now-bound hands. It is surely painful and for a moment he is perilously close to simply toppling over. Only just does Elidibus keep his balance on hands and knees.
The shock brings him back to his senses though. Emet-Selch may very well catch grit of teeth and a grimace. Knowing he would lose control at the slightest flutter did nothing to assuage the embarrassment of it. Particularly before one of his peers.
Carefully he works his way back to his feet. For the moment, the shock of pain and capture seems to have pushed the panic from the forefront. But rather than dare speak out of concern that it would hastily summon it back, Elidibus looks at his captor and nods once.
Drained and bound, he is at the predator's... no, Emet-Selch's mercy.
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Dignity shatters as surely as the silence. The rising panic in Elidibus's heart blanks his rational mind; and as though he truly were the bird all the feathers seem to suggest, he began to leap skyward.
The height he reached seems boosted by the remainder of his magicks. For a moment, the torn boots where scaly talons finally burst forth in a painful transformation would be seen within the fluttering hem of his robes.
But he has no wings, nor aether to manipulate currents that would permit him to defy the laws of gravity. As if wounded... or perhaps more analogous as though a bird that had been unaware its wings and feet had been entangled by the discarded lines of careless fishermen.
He falls. Hard and to his knees and now-bound hands. It is surely painful and for a moment he is perilously close to simply toppling over. Only just does Elidibus keep his balance on hands and knees.
The shock brings him back to his senses though. Emet-Selch may very well catch grit of teeth and a grimace. Knowing he would lose control at the slightest flutter did nothing to assuage the embarrassment of it. Particularly before one of his peers.
Carefully he works his way back to his feet. For the moment, the shock of pain and capture seems to have pushed the panic from the forefront. But rather than dare speak out of concern that it would hastily summon it back, Elidibus looks at his captor and nods once.
Drained and bound, he is at the predator's... no, Emet-Selch's mercy.