[ He tries to stop it, tries to will his body back to the way it should be. But his flight slowed on the stairs as his muscles were robbed of the supernatural force which drove them. They started aching from effort, demanding fuel his body lacked still. And when his lungs inflated involuntarily, he let out a wheezing sound as he dropped to his knees. It was one thing to breathe for the purposes of speech. It was entirely another to require the process.
He tried to get to his feet, to push on. As if he could some how escape the effects of Dillon's influence. But he was driven back down by a sudden lurch in his chest. His heart had worked before, in a way. But like breathing, it was an entirely different process. He felt it spread, an unfamiliar thrumming spreading through his entire body, flooding his ears with the sound of thunder.
The fruit that was so much a part of his diet was enough to keep the initial kick of hunger from overwhelming him. Not that he didn't already have enough to deal with. His senses were dulled. Vision, hearing, even touch seemed dull and lacking. All of it drowned out by the sense of what was happening inside him. Centuries without breathing, without a proper pulse. It was all he could feel, all he could hear.
He managed to push up to his feet, leaning hard on the wall. He felt heavy. Unfamiliar. He saw Dillon there. Even with the insulation removed, it was going to take time for those emotions to return and mingle with his own, just as it took time for the undead side to force out those emotions. So he managed the smallest, confident smile. Even if he sounded breathless when he spoke. ]
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He tried to get to his feet, to push on. As if he could some how escape the effects of Dillon's influence. But he was driven back down by a sudden lurch in his chest. His heart had worked before, in a way. But like breathing, it was an entirely different process. He felt it spread, an unfamiliar thrumming spreading through his entire body, flooding his ears with the sound of thunder.
The fruit that was so much a part of his diet was enough to keep the initial kick of hunger from overwhelming him. Not that he didn't already have enough to deal with. His senses were dulled. Vision, hearing, even touch seemed dull and lacking. All of it drowned out by the sense of what was happening inside him. Centuries without breathing, without a proper pulse. It was all he could feel, all he could hear.
He managed to push up to his feet, leaning hard on the wall. He felt heavy. Unfamiliar. He saw Dillon there. Even with the insulation removed, it was going to take time for those emotions to return and mingle with his own, just as it took time for the undead side to force out those emotions. So he managed the smallest, confident smile. Even if he sounded breathless when he spoke. ]
It won't last, you know.