[ eren made it pretty clear in their approach: he didn’t like “her” and he wasn’t going to leave any spots open for a trap.
a mental reach into himself grants eren access to the painful stretch under his flesh, growing crackles from his bones. he stays farther behind elliot, but his shadow follows as it towers and touches the edges of the pond. like fire itself, the sound of smacking and splintering wood accompanies his intent to burn her, an elongating throat burning bright like lava.
behind elliot is no longer a sunburned young man, but a medium-sized wyvern, not too small but not too large, shedding through his older skin in rips and tears where his digits can claw and a maw that heats the air with every dry huff. If she doesn’t come out, the whole pond goes. which, in retrospect, isn’t a bad idea. ]
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a mental reach into himself grants eren access to the painful stretch under his flesh, growing crackles from his bones. he stays farther behind elliot, but his shadow follows as it towers and touches the edges of the pond. like fire itself, the sound of smacking and splintering wood accompanies his intent to burn her, an elongating throat burning bright like lava.
behind elliot is no longer a sunburned young man, but a medium-sized wyvern, not too small but not too large, shedding through his older skin in rips and tears where his digits can claw and a maw that heats the air with every dry huff. If she doesn’t come out, the whole pond goes. which, in retrospect, isn’t a bad idea. ]