[He says it with a sort of foregone determination - he wouldn't have offered, if he would mind too much, if it would bother him too much. Whatever it is that Nikolai changes into, Onni is sure he's seen worse. More disgusting. More dangerous. Just as hungry for human flesh. And then he talks about his gods, describing them and their domains to the other man until he settles off to a drunken sleep.
It takes about 20 minutes before he changes, and Onni watches with a sort of sick fascination as the scars spread up his arms and grow, taking over his torso, his neck. He grows claws, dark and vicious, and wings that seem to be made of shadow. His eyes snap open and he starts to test his chains almost immediately, bucking and snapping and thrashing, as if trying to get to Onni to devour him.
Onni stands, taking a few steps back, his eyes wide. It's...not the worst monster he's seen, though it's more...sleek and streamlined than what he's used to. It's vicious, meant for violence rather than the festering things Onni is used to. For a moment, he watches, his breath coming fast and hard, afraid that the thing will break the chains or wriggle out of them, but the chains hold fast, the padlocks straining slightly against the strength of the creature they're binding.
Once he's sure the chains will hold, he circles the bed a little, looking at the thing from various angles, finding weak points just in case it escapes at a later date. Some way to subdue it, hopefully without having to kill it. Without having to kill a man he's thinking of as a possible new friend.]
You're not in there anymore, are you, Nikolai?
[His voice is soft, and the thing's head whips toward him when he speaks. Lifting both hands, he shakes his head.]
You won't get me.
[The night passes like that. Onni keeps observing the creature as it thrashes and struggles, never relenting, never giving in, relentless. For a while, he sings to it to see if that will settle it. For a while, he dozes off sitting against the wall, the hood of his furry cape pulled up over his head. When he wakes up, he's amazed he could sleep in the presence of the thing that had been Nikolai.
And when the sun rises, the thing starts to revert back to Nikolai.]
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[He says it with a sort of foregone determination - he wouldn't have offered, if he would mind too much, if it would bother him too much. Whatever it is that Nikolai changes into, Onni is sure he's seen worse. More disgusting. More dangerous. Just as hungry for human flesh. And then he talks about his gods, describing them and their domains to the other man until he settles off to a drunken sleep.
It takes about 20 minutes before he changes, and Onni watches with a sort of sick fascination as the scars spread up his arms and grow, taking over his torso, his neck. He grows claws, dark and vicious, and wings that seem to be made of shadow. His eyes snap open and he starts to test his chains almost immediately, bucking and snapping and thrashing, as if trying to get to Onni to devour him.
Onni stands, taking a few steps back, his eyes wide. It's...not the worst monster he's seen, though it's more...sleek and streamlined than what he's used to. It's vicious, meant for violence rather than the festering things Onni is used to. For a moment, he watches, his breath coming fast and hard, afraid that the thing will break the chains or wriggle out of them, but the chains hold fast, the padlocks straining slightly against the strength of the creature they're binding.
Once he's sure the chains will hold, he circles the bed a little, looking at the thing from various angles, finding weak points just in case it escapes at a later date. Some way to subdue it, hopefully without having to kill it. Without having to kill a man he's thinking of as a possible new friend.]
You're not in there anymore, are you, Nikolai?
[His voice is soft, and the thing's head whips toward him when he speaks. Lifting both hands, he shakes his head.]
You won't get me.
[The night passes like that. Onni keeps observing the creature as it thrashes and struggles, never relenting, never giving in, relentless. For a while, he sings to it to see if that will settle it. For a while, he dozes off sitting against the wall, the hood of his furry cape pulled up over his head. When he wakes up, he's amazed he could sleep in the presence of the thing that had been Nikolai.
And when the sun rises, the thing starts to revert back to Nikolai.]