[ Xie Lian would never resort to commands, but Hua Cheng knows that this is the closest thing to it that's ever happened ever since his transformation. Xie Lian doesn't want them to be here, their connection flooding his familiar with something akin to panic. What did his master lay eyes on, or perceive, that it made him behave like this? Hua Cheng digs in his beautiful hazel eyes and he finds sorrow in it, embarrassment. Paired with the way he's smiling like it hurts and his hand is slightly shaking, Hua Cheng worries so much that his whole chest tightens around the feeling.
It's that panic that tinges his blood, together with that bone-deep concern that make him act like he would've never done otherwise. Recognizing this as a sort of order, Hua Cheng doesn't defy it. Instead, he prods their bond, investigating it in a way that makes him navigate upstream, towards Xie Lian. He reaches the edge of his thoughts and, impudent and bordering blasphemous, Hua Cheng pries into his mind, into that part that Xie Lian is trying so hard to hide. He can only do that because his master is a completely open book —which, in turn, makes him feel even more unbecoming.
But there, in the confused images of his mind, there's what Xie Lian laid his eyes on. All it takes is a blurry outline and Hua Cheng recognizes it. How could he not? He isn't subtle in how he reacts, eyes growing wide.
He has to confirm it for himself, the monstrosity, the blasphemy and so he turns around at once. It is really... it is indeed... the statue of the god of misfortune. ] How can it be.... [ He mumbles, dumbfounded for a moment. He'd put strenuous effort: he thought he'd destroyed all of them.
But it's here, in front of him. Kneeling and bound. The holy soles of his master and his perfect, delicate toes resembling petals, turned into nothing more than an insult. His head bowing like he ought to bow to anything at all in this filthy world, when it's always been the other way around.
It's a moment, a mere moment and his aura slips out of his control, like tendrils of ink that reach out of him. Their bond is flooded by his rage, blind and ruthless, like a wildfire searing everything on its way.
His red eye looks like it's glowing. ] They deserve to die. They all deserve to die. [ His voice is razor sharp, chilling especially for the one who's connected to him and can feel what a bottomless pit that anger is.
Hua Cheng had done his best back then, at first he'd tried to protect every shrine and statue he could, but what could a stray cat do. He'd wished for all those fake believers to burn alive in the same flames they used to destroy the temples of his master. And then he'd wished for far worse, as those kneeling statues started to be made. Skinning them... tearing them... no, no, it wasn't enough.
Hua Cheng fails to realize it: he's gone. The caves are starting to shake, the earthquake starting from the familiar's feet. The blood on the walls hums, called by his power and it pries away from the stones, coalescing into drops that crawl on the ground in thin streams, beckoned by the beast dressed in the same shade of red. ]
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It's that panic that tinges his blood, together with that bone-deep concern that make him act like he would've never done otherwise. Recognizing this as a sort of order, Hua Cheng doesn't defy it. Instead, he prods their bond, investigating it in a way that makes him navigate upstream, towards Xie Lian. He reaches the edge of his thoughts and, impudent and bordering blasphemous, Hua Cheng pries into his mind, into that part that Xie Lian is trying so hard to hide. He can only do that because his master is a completely open book —which, in turn, makes him feel even more unbecoming.
But there, in the confused images of his mind, there's what Xie Lian laid his eyes on. All it takes is a blurry outline and Hua Cheng recognizes it. How could he not? He isn't subtle in how he reacts, eyes growing wide.
He has to confirm it for himself, the monstrosity, the blasphemy and so he turns around at once. It is really... it is indeed... the statue of the god of misfortune. ] How can it be.... [ He mumbles, dumbfounded for a moment. He'd put strenuous effort: he thought he'd destroyed all of them.
But it's here, in front of him. Kneeling and bound. The holy soles of his master and his perfect, delicate toes resembling petals, turned into nothing more than an insult. His head bowing like he ought to bow to anything at all in this filthy world, when it's always been the other way around.
It's a moment, a mere moment and his aura slips out of his control, like tendrils of ink that reach out of him. Their bond is flooded by his rage, blind and ruthless, like a wildfire searing everything on its way.
His red eye looks like it's glowing. ] They deserve to die. They all deserve to die. [ His voice is razor sharp, chilling especially for the one who's connected to him and can feel what a bottomless pit that anger is.
Hua Cheng had done his best back then, at first he'd tried to protect every shrine and statue he could, but what could a stray cat do. He'd wished for all those fake believers to burn alive in the same flames they used to destroy the temples of his master. And then he'd wished for far worse, as those kneeling statues started to be made. Skinning them... tearing them... no, no, it wasn't enough.
Hua Cheng fails to realize it: he's gone. The caves are starting to shake, the earthquake starting from the familiar's feet. The blood on the walls hums, called by his power and it pries away from the stones, coalescing into drops that crawl on the ground in thin streams, beckoned by the beast dressed in the same shade of red. ]