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[color=7ece73]Damien’s admission had struck a nerve that Vicis hadn’t even known he had.

Death in battle was an action of great reverence among the humans. It mattered not to them that they were putting a premature end to their pittance of a lifespan; the honour of giving their hearts up for their so flaunted “greater good” was a satisfactory enough reward that none of them thought twice about it. Little better than the sheep they reared, those Blessed Knights – and the simple peasants who egged them on were worse. Vicis had no love for most humans, but the idea of forfeiting one’s life for such petty reasons was beyond him.

That Damien had attempted at all curdled the dinner inching through his stomach.

But there was no time to ask any questions. Damien was still going, spilling frantic words, gripping his horns so tight that Vicis wondered if they might snap. Their surroundings flickered like a bad illusion spell between the cave and another place that seemed more... constructed. Polished wood. Leather, painted in stark colour. Potted agriculture hanging from the ceiling. [i]Unusual[/i] potted agriculture, considering the vines creeping downwards towards Damien.

‘[/color][color=000000][b][i]Damien.[/i][/b][/color][color=7ece73]’

Polished wood and leather snapped into place. The vines snatched Damien up into shadows where the ceiling used to be. That made for an exceedingly easy decision to make amidst the noise of conflicting thoughts and emotion running through Vicis’ head right then.

Quick as a blink, he coiled into a tight spring and leaped after Damien.

Now, Elder Wyrms couldn’t fly, but they [i]were[/i] capable of leaping great heights. Their monstrous length and size were more than simple ostentatious features, after all. That also meant that when his tail pincers snagged onto the back of Silas’ shirt, Vicis didn’t notice, for the weight of a human dangling off his tail was hardly anything substantial.

Instead, he kept his focus upward as the dining establishment faded away into a murky abyss.[/color]

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[list][*] Vicis leaps after Damien without a thought, and one of his tail pincers hooks into Silas' shirt by accident. Whoops!
[*] Whether this breaks Silas' perception of Vicis as a human or if he perceives a human substitution for this action, I'm okay with either.[/list]
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