[ As fearsome as Howl's growling, inhuman voice is, it somehow manages to sound vaguely petulant in that answer. He isn't trying to calmly and confidently correct Dextera — he's disagreeing. Denying. He isn't in pain, he's fine, all of this is fine, and it makes him feel nothing, he tells himself. That's been the bigger issue on Howl's mind since Godsblood: how little he feels about any of this, not guilt, not shame, not anger or fear. Is that pain? No, he'd insist, even after struggling for weeks to nail down what it is that feels so wrong about him lately.
There's movement in the corner of his eye as Dextera vies for a glimpse at his face. Anxiously, he glances back in his direction. There is no human face to be seen. There's only the beast-like maw of neither a bird nor a mammal, topped with long, limp feathers that hide the beast's eyes. ]
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[ As fearsome as Howl's growling, inhuman voice is, it somehow manages to sound vaguely petulant in that answer. He isn't trying to calmly and confidently correct Dextera — he's disagreeing. Denying. He isn't in pain, he's fine, all of this is fine, and it makes him feel nothing, he tells himself. That's been the bigger issue on Howl's mind since Godsblood: how little he feels about any of this, not guilt, not shame, not anger or fear. Is that pain? No, he'd insist, even after struggling for weeks to nail down what it is that feels so wrong about him lately.
There's movement in the corner of his eye as Dextera vies for a glimpse at his face. Anxiously, he glances back in his direction. There is no human face to be seen. There's only the beast-like maw of neither a bird nor a mammal, topped with long, limp feathers that hide the beast's eyes. ]