[The fear is there, and it's completely transparent, drowning out any curiosity. Shadows crawling out from the ground, turning into living things that sway around menacingly until they're grabbing him, making him shake and yelp in a slight panic. He looks like he should try to kick it off, but instead it's as though a darkness overcomes him as well.
One second later, his hand is going for Ghyslain's throat, throwing him down on the grass.]
You don't wanna hurt the boy.
[The voice is the same, accent still present, but the words flow freely in a language that's not his own. He doesn't look pissed, despite the aggressive behavior; instead he looks like a dragon going 'nah-ah' at the hunter who thought he could sneak up on him.]
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One second later, his hand is going for Ghyslain's throat, throwing him down on the grass.]
You don't wanna hurt the boy.
[The voice is the same, accent still present, but the words flow freely in a language that's not his own. He doesn't look pissed, despite the aggressive behavior; instead he looks like a dragon going 'nah-ah' at the hunter who thought he could sneak up on him.]