[A beast, huh? Now that's a bitter taste on his tongue if he ever tasted it. There's a brief flash of purple at the back of his eye - a snake-like woman standing above him, taunting him. Using him. In the end, the Purple Tear had her games, and he was merely a pawn in them.]
[Did she see him as a beast, too?]
[He stands still as the man's hands reach out. They broach the bars of the cage. They grasp the hide of the monster, and dig in their own monstrous nails.]
[He tries to keep his expression as placid as possible, but there's a low hiss of air that comes from between his teeth as the pain lances up into his muscles. Vergilius, as he said earlier, won't lay pretty.]
[His own hand reaches out to grasp Silco by the shoulder where he knows there was his own bite mark, sharp and deep. He draws forward, like a magnet, to hover his head above the other with gritted, animal-like teeth.]
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[Did she see him as a beast, too?]
[He stands still as the man's hands reach out. They broach the bars of the cage. They grasp the hide of the monster, and dig in their own monstrous nails.]
[He tries to keep his expression as placid as possible, but there's a low hiss of air that comes from between his teeth as the pain lances up into his muscles. Vergilius, as he said earlier, won't lay pretty.]
[His own hand reaches out to grasp Silco by the shoulder where he knows there was his own bite mark, sharp and deep. He draws forward, like a magnet, to hover his head above the other with gritted, animal-like teeth.]
Is that all?