[ well. that sounds a little like something he would do, so maybe this harrowhark is as bad as gideon says, and maybe they have a few things in common. to be fair, if the prince's guard couldn't outrun these dead dogs, they likely shouldn't be in his guard anyway and it would be a mercy to let the dogs have them. ]
That is a very conspicuous door. [ she must be expecting her partner to come looking for her. strong feelings for harrowhark, indeed.
safer for him? he would almost be touched if he wasn't mortally offended. consideration is hard to recognize and react to. easier to be pissy. he can't help but think his uncle would likely salute gideon if she managed to get the prince of vere mauled to death by unnaturally animated dogs. it's not the end he imagined for himself. ]
My retinue of guards would approve of your sacrifice, but I do not. Move.
[ he shoves her forward and dashes toward the plaza, his sword growing bloodied as he cuts down the dogs that follow them. through the mists, the doors all look relatively the same, but when his sword bites into heavy wood, pinning a writhing dog directly to someone's door, he comes face to face with a skull that looks like gideon's face pre-sobbing fit.
in that same moment, the dog sinks its teeth right into his forearm. the pain is exquisite, the creature's jaws like a iron vice ready to crush bone. he snatches a knife from his belt and slits its throat wide open, blood painting the door as the dog slides motionless to the stoop.
his arm is swiftly going numb. he looks around for gideon, disgruntled and unwisely considering breaking the door down. ]
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That is a very conspicuous door. [ she must be expecting her partner to come looking for her. strong feelings for harrowhark, indeed.
safer for him? he would almost be touched if he wasn't mortally offended. consideration is hard to recognize and react to. easier to be pissy. he can't help but think his uncle would likely salute gideon if she managed to get the prince of vere mauled to death by unnaturally animated dogs. it's not the end he imagined for himself. ]
My retinue of guards would approve of your sacrifice, but I do not. Move.
[ he shoves her forward and dashes toward the plaza, his sword growing bloodied as he cuts down the dogs that follow them. through the mists, the doors all look relatively the same, but when his sword bites into heavy wood, pinning a writhing dog directly to someone's door, he comes face to face with a skull that looks like gideon's face pre-sobbing fit.
in that same moment, the dog sinks its teeth right into his forearm. the pain is exquisite, the creature's jaws like a iron vice ready to crush bone. he snatches a knife from his belt and slits its throat wide open, blood painting the door as the dog slides motionless to the stoop.
his arm is swiftly going numb. he looks around for gideon, disgruntled and unwisely considering breaking the door down. ]