[Alucard can manage a word, but only just so. The tendril around his neck has tightened just with his saying a single word. His legs are no longer visible, and that realization fills the dhampir with the sudden and pointed need to thrash. To try and bolt, even if it makes the thing hold him faster. Tighter.
This need to end. Now. Now. He keeps thinking of swords sweeping in out of no where, of sloughing chains, of burns instead, and none of it helps.]
no subject
[Alucard can manage a word, but only just so. The tendril around his neck has tightened just with his saying a single word. His legs are no longer visible, and that realization fills the dhampir with the sudden and pointed need to thrash. To try and bolt, even if it makes the thing hold him faster. Tighter.
This need to end. Now. Now. He keeps thinking of swords sweeping in out of no where, of sloughing chains, of burns instead, and none of it helps.]