Any other day this might be a treat. Now, in this state, he is likely to attract more attention than warranted or wished in such a public venue. Tyki can feel the pressure at the seams of his body as if rising to meet the young man's scrutiny, a noxious froth in the blood of his veins, effervescent. They are about the same height—yet it feels he is being coaxed to a corner, an animal with its bare white jaws corralled to some safer cage. And Joyd, naturally, resists the imaginary presence of this authority. If it is one. It can't be, because nothing has tamed the Noah in him but satiation. Not his family. No one. No babysitter would survive that ill-fated encounter.
An innocent man he isn't. Not even a man, really.
Something dark closes over Tyki's expression like a fist, and Joyd is there waiting in the shadow of it, features warped, smeared with a snarl in a gravelly throat.]
Get back.
[The lash of tendrils emerge from behind Tyki, ripped as though from the marrow of his spine—slender, writhing, their dark edges pronged like spines as they snap at the stranger before him in warning.]
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Any other day this might be a treat. Now, in this state, he is likely to attract more attention than warranted or wished in such a public venue. Tyki can feel the pressure at the seams of his body as if rising to meet the young man's scrutiny, a noxious froth in the blood of his veins, effervescent. They are about the same height—yet it feels he is being coaxed to a corner, an animal with its bare white jaws corralled to some safer cage. And Joyd, naturally, resists the imaginary presence of this authority. If it is one. It can't be, because nothing has tamed the Noah in him but satiation. Not his family. No one. No babysitter would survive that ill-fated encounter.
An innocent man he isn't. Not even a man, really.
Something dark closes over Tyki's expression like a fist, and Joyd is there waiting in the shadow of it, features warped, smeared with a snarl in a gravelly throat.]
Get back.
[The lash of tendrils emerge from behind Tyki, ripped as though from the marrow of his spine—slender, writhing, their dark edges pronged like spines as they snap at the stranger before him in warning.]