He had heard the cries for help, had gone to see what he could do. It had felt wrong... but then, everything feels wrong here; the air is thick with poison. He'd heard the sound of a person in distress and had done the only thing that made sense.
But he'd gotten close, and they'd changed, reached for him with a monster's grasp.
[OPTION 1: FIGHT THE MONSTER]
He has instincts and reflexes beyond what the creature expects. Cole twists in the demon's grip, ducking out of the way of its jaws and rolling across the pavement. He nimbly finds his balance, but the demon is already shrieking and coming after him again. Just as lightning-quick, Cole's hands raise toward the hilts of his daggers.
[OPTION 2: YOU'RE TOO LATE]
A piece of him is missing. He feels the space in the side of his neck. He also feels what it left in its place.
It's like his heart is pounding, only of course is isn't, but something is racing through him in a steady thrum.
It's difficult to concentrate on his feet as he walks. Everything feels too alive. The poison isn't just in the air now - he sees it radiating off of people in waves, an instinctive pull followed by stay away, unwanted, danger.
Until he senses someone who doesn't feel quite so menacing. Cole pauses in his steps, reaches out with a hand as if begging.
"Please help."
((OOC: Depending on which option you choose, Cole is either fighting a lust demon or has been bitten by one. Fair warning, choosing Option 2 may lead to the obvious.))
Cole | Dragon Age | 02 - demon ahoy with two options
He had heard the cries for help, had gone to see what he could do. It had felt wrong... but then, everything feels wrong here; the air is thick with poison. He'd heard the sound of a person in distress and had done the only thing that made sense.
But he'd gotten close, and they'd changed, reached for him with a monster's grasp.
[OPTION 1: FIGHT THE MONSTER]
He has instincts and reflexes beyond what the creature expects. Cole twists in the demon's grip, ducking out of the way of its jaws and rolling across the pavement. He nimbly finds his balance, but the demon is already shrieking and coming after him again. Just as lightning-quick, Cole's hands raise toward the hilts of his daggers.
[OPTION 2: YOU'RE TOO LATE]
A piece of him is missing. He feels the space in the side of his neck. He also feels what it left in its place.
It's like his heart is pounding, only of course is isn't, but something is racing through him in a steady thrum.
It's difficult to concentrate on his feet as he walks. Everything feels too alive. The poison isn't just in the air now - he sees it radiating off of people in waves, an instinctive pull followed by stay away, unwanted, danger.
Until he senses someone who doesn't feel quite so menacing. Cole pauses in his steps, reaches out with a hand as if begging.
"Please help."
((OOC: Depending on which option you choose, Cole is either fighting a lust demon or has been bitten by one. Fair warning, choosing Option 2 may lead to the obvious.))