[ The daemon seems quite intent on shifting between forms, just to confuse and try to throw the other daemon off its trail. A flurry of feathers into a quick slither of scales before fur again as paws scramble over furniture in or around their way.

With the reader cornered, he expects the wrap of those firm and strong hands around his neck but instead it's just.. a gentle shove so his back meets the wall and another hand pins him there. wtf kabedon? ]

What do you mean? I made a promise. [ The laugh that sounds from him makes him look mad. He sounds mad. He shakes his head, feeling his throat getting dry. ] So long as the Most Ancient Dream is alive, the tragedies won't end. You should know that. We both know that.

[ A sharp breath emits. He needs to get back. He needs to end it. He needs to kill him. Nothing will change so long as he's alive. ]