Moonspear and all the people in a dream wait for the machine

it was clear little vela was thoroughly ensnared by his ruse. in a way, iliksis was delighted to be so manipulative -- and to be so successful tricking others into thinking him harmless.

she advanced, a bold bounce to his step. iliksis wished to shatter that confidence, defile it, own it. to corrupt her soul permanently with his stain. and he would.

the heat of her breath fell on him as she yelled -- and it was then that the oily monster struck. rapidly and without warning he turned upon her, no snarl or growl uttered. with her so close, he brought his front paws up and attempted to pin her down -- if successful, he would put his entire weight on her and force her to the ground.

once on the ground, if she even was at all, he would attempt to drag her out from the bushes and towards blackfeather. the girl had a voice and his advances were likely to be loudly protested. it was too close to moonspear for him to debase her then -- he planned to drag her out of the hearing range of those she loved first. once alone, he would force himself upon her and the girl would have nothing but her screams to comfort her.