[An ear flicks back towards Emet-Selch, and so does a pair of slit eyes. He only waited as long as it took for their gaze to meet before his eyes flicked towards a gloved hand, wondering just how the other would know that his fur was so very plush through the material. Still, he didn't actually say something about it, just the briefest of notions, instead following the motions of the hand still on his head and tilting into it.
Much burned inside of Sigr. Already, as a mage of forbidden arts, aether churned within and without, answering to his call in a moment's notice, crafted into raw blasting fire and condensed into searing ice or crackling electricity, and now, something new. Something infinitely heavier, clinging to his soul like a film, clawing at the edges of it in growing number, waiting for a moment of weakness to change him like it had all the rest. It was hungry, always hungry, but thus far the Warrior of Light, or of Darkness, depending, had lived up to his name and defied it.
His tail swept over the ground in slow, measured strokes, like a heartbeat of itself, before he let out a low rumble that was nearly a growl. How far would they play this? In this place that was almost sacred, how far would he let himself go? Since when had he ever even so much as hesitated when such an opportunity presented itself? And yet... and yet...
Something urged within him. Maybe something he, and not even Emet-Selch, yet realized.
Suddenly he turned, all at once, much like any good cat might, a paw coming up to the other's shoulder and pressing, a knee coming around and landing on the other's opposite side, his eyes meeting and a smirk coming to play over his lips. Bringing himself up, he 'stood' on his knees, giving himself some height so he might look down.]
Rawr. [A purely playful sound.
He might hate himself later, he would definitely hide this, but in the moment, he wasn't so sure he even believed how far this would go.]
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[An ear flicks back towards Emet-Selch, and so does a pair of slit eyes. He only waited as long as it took for their gaze to meet before his eyes flicked towards a gloved hand, wondering just how the other would know that his fur was so very plush through the material. Still, he didn't actually say something about it, just the briefest of notions, instead following the motions of the hand still on his head and tilting into it.
Much burned inside of Sigr. Already, as a mage of forbidden arts, aether churned within and without, answering to his call in a moment's notice, crafted into raw blasting fire and condensed into searing ice or crackling electricity, and now, something new. Something infinitely heavier, clinging to his soul like a film, clawing at the edges of it in growing number, waiting for a moment of weakness to change him like it had all the rest. It was hungry, always hungry, but thus far the Warrior of Light, or of Darkness, depending, had lived up to his name and defied it.
His tail swept over the ground in slow, measured strokes, like a heartbeat of itself, before he let out a low rumble that was nearly a growl. How far would they play this? In this place that was almost sacred, how far would he let himself go? Since when had he ever even so much as hesitated when such an opportunity presented itself? And yet... and yet...
Something urged within him. Maybe something he, and not even Emet-Selch, yet realized.
Suddenly he turned, all at once, much like any good cat might, a paw coming up to the other's shoulder and pressing, a knee coming around and landing on the other's opposite side, his eyes meeting and a smirk coming to play over his lips. Bringing himself up, he 'stood' on his knees, giving himself some height so he might look down.]
Rawr. [A purely playful sound.
He might hate himself later, he would definitely hide this, but in the moment, he wasn't so sure he even believed how far this would go.]