[ He's never heard D speak before yet it still doesn't sound right. It doesn't fit at all with the wise and comforting words he'd read only a few days ago. It's something arrogant, "noble", and Cedrik hates what it reminds him of.
He's right.
D is far, far too fast for the warrior of light. Before he can react, before the Echo even gives him a glimpse of warning, the dhampir pivots and lunges, knocking him clean off his feet.
You should.
Crashing into the ground knocks the breath from his lungs, making his pained cry weaker as he feels skin break and bleed. D's grip feels like it could break bone if he struggled against it.
Why bother? It's over.
Feeble instinct wars with the Shadow's weight. The glint of teeth in the dark, long and sharp and close, prompts an animalistic struggle. Fingers curl and clutch at D's arms, heels dig into the dirt to push away. All the while the damned Shadow all but croons in Cedrik's mind.
Aren't you tired?
As if in answer, the old man's voice reaches Cedrik in the same moment it seems to reach D. For a beat there is only silence that the Shadow fails to fill, and in it, finally, there is another.
CALL ME.
Wisps of shadow pool at Cedrik's chest and he reaches for it, drawing it forth in the space between them.
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He's right.
D is far, far too fast for the warrior of light. Before he can react, before the Echo even gives him a glimpse of warning, the dhampir pivots and lunges, knocking him clean off his feet.
You should.
Crashing into the ground knocks the breath from his lungs, making his pained cry weaker as he feels skin break and bleed. D's grip feels like it could break bone if he struggled against it.
Why bother? It's over.
Feeble instinct wars with the Shadow's weight. The glint of teeth in the dark, long and sharp and close, prompts an animalistic struggle. Fingers curl and clutch at D's arms, heels dig into the dirt to push away. All the while the damned Shadow all but croons in Cedrik's mind.
Aren't you tired?
As if in answer, the old man's voice reaches Cedrik in the same moment it seems to reach D. For a beat there is only silence that the Shadow fails to fill, and in it, finally, there is another.
CALL ME.
Wisps of shadow pool at Cedrik's chest and he reaches for it, drawing it forth in the space between them.
It's warm in his hand. ]