INBOX II

[illithidnapped]

VOICE | ACTION | TEXT

[previous inbox]

Comments

1/3

[doggish]

[He thinks—

He doesn't know what to think at first. The tug of magic is so strong that for a moment he flashes back to the ache of his lyrium; in the next moment there's a harsh crackle, static cutting off Astarion's words and terrifying him to the point that he scrawls a message:]

are you alrigt i canot hear you

[Hasty and misspelled as he dashes forward, skidding down the street and heading for the tavern (for no matter what it is, innocuously misfired spell or attack from Cazador, they will handle it together). He cuts through the crowds, darting past elves shrieking in panic as he heads towards the danger. His hand goes to his blade, his fingers aching as they grip the handle; someone shouts don't, and as Leto finally reaches the cleared-out space, he sees nothing but a black mass leaping towards him.

He tenses up, but it doesn't matter: even braced, a hundred pounds of dead weight slamming into his chest is enough to knock him off his feet. The air bursts from his lungs as he goes down hard. His head spins as he's pinned to the dirt road; heat from savage breath and a glint of glowing green are the only things he has time enough to notice as the beast's maw opens, tongue lolling out as it darts forward—

And begins to lick him.]