“You have so much explaining to do,” Vincent said. He reached out, grasping firmly at the base of the right wing. “Ready?”
Nakano’s head shifted, forming the tiniest of nods.
After the mental count of three, Vincent pulled.
There was a sickening pop as the bone was pulled from its socket, and Vincent could feel the muscle fibres tearing in his hands. Nakano let out a series of choked sobs and cries, his body convulsing in pain as it protested against the mutilation. The bone shattered against his tightened grip, and as he gave one final tug, a spray of blood splattered onto his forearms. The first wing was gone.
To be perfectly honest, Vincent didn’t really pay too much attention when Nakano returned with Keta. All he remembered was that there was some crying, some swearing, and something else in between. It was all an emotional blur in which he had no part, and for that, he was immensely grateful.Read more
Standing on the cliff that overlooked Ambergale, Nakano stared ahead, and gnawed at his lip. Today was the day that they finally left for Aqueous —Slovis, to be exact, and as he waited for the Draconi to make their last minute preparations, he could not help but feel restless.Read more