[ There is absolutely no world where his familiars would hurt their own summoner, the attacks sent his way are purely performative. The lightning flaring from the bird's mouth makes the garden smell of ozone. The golem is a melting thing of black goo, rock, and metal. It smells of sulfur, of hell.
Then there's the shapeshifter, currently in the form of a black panther. It leaps, using Vidar's back as a spring board to get ahead. Startling perhaps, but it's not as heavy as it looks-- not being quite real and all.
V just laughs, exhilarated. ]
What are you complaining for, Vidar?
[ The smirk he casts over his shoulder is roguish indeed. ]
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Then there's the shapeshifter, currently in the form of a black panther. It leaps, using Vidar's back as a spring board to get ahead. Startling perhaps, but it's not as heavy as it looks-- not being quite real and all.
V just laughs, exhilarated. ]
What are you complaining for, Vidar?
[ The smirk he casts over his shoulder is roguish indeed. ]