[ Even deep in the dark, Dain stands out whether he likes it or not. What began as genuine recognition of the man as he followed him...slowly began slipping further and further into the manic state he's fallen into now. Silently, he follows. His footsteps are deceivingly light despite the weight of the Buster Sword he carries upon his back. And for a while...he seems to be simply following him. Many streets have long since been abandoned at night here in Kyoto now, with only the distant roars and eerie whispers of lingering Yokai to fill the air beyond their breathing.
Maybe Cloud was simply keeping a close eye on him... It's what he would have done if he wasn't already steeped in the Lunar Curse. Yet as he steps out from the darkness, his hand raised and mismatched eyes narrowed down on his target... ]
Grr...
(Wait...)
[ A voice, pushed far away into the back of his mind, tries reaching out to the wolf man. But on the surface, he wasn't listening. Sparks of lightning trickle along his fingertips, the Lightning Materia adorning the Buster Sword on his back glowing in response. Closer... He stalks closer... ]
(Cloud, don't—)
[ It's as if Cloud was in a trance on the outside, so deliciously close to landing his target. The thrill of the hunt. The eagerness to just pin someone down. Prey. His gloved hand curls, digit by digit as clawlike nails threaten to dig into his own flesh when it tightens into a fist. The voice inside him, his voice, pleads to stop and break free of this curse. Not him. Not this man. Don't do it...! ]
(Look! Stop!Stop! That's—)
[ The wolf man casts the spell, at the same time his voice rips through the night and ferally calls out. A warning? Or a challenge? It's too late, however, ]
—DAIN!
[ He's already cast the Thundara spell, burning bolts seeking out the once-knight of Khaenri'ah. ]
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Maybe Cloud was simply keeping a close eye on him... It's what he would have done if he wasn't already steeped in the Lunar Curse. Yet as he steps out from the darkness, his hand raised and mismatched eyes narrowed down on his target... ]
Grr...
(Wait...)
[ A voice, pushed far away into the back of his mind, tries reaching out to the wolf man. But on the surface, he wasn't listening. Sparks of lightning trickle along his fingertips, the Lightning Materia adorning the Buster Sword on his back glowing in response. Closer... He stalks closer... ]
(Cloud, don't—)
[ It's as if Cloud was in a trance on the outside, so deliciously close to landing his target. The thrill of the hunt. The eagerness to just pin someone down. Prey. His gloved hand curls, digit by digit as clawlike nails threaten to dig into his own flesh when it tightens into a fist. The voice inside him, his voice, pleads to stop and break free of this curse. Not him. Not this man. Don't do it...! ]
(Look! Stop! Stop! That's—)
[ The wolf man casts the spell, at the same time his voice rips through the night and ferally calls out. A warning? Or a challenge? It's too late, however, ]
—DAIN!
[ He's already cast the Thundara spell, burning bolts seeking out the once-knight of Khaenri'ah. ]