Of course Eren had answered. He wasn't as good at playing like he didn't care about anyone but himself these days. Maybe some of it was curiosity; from one monster to another, he wanted to see what it was like.
It was absolutely nothing like he imagined, the explosion of blood, the creature Dylan became that did not look like a literal wolf, the immediate ferocity. Eren was ready for it, though, teeth closing on his hand, the lightning strike that turned into the titan transformation before Dylan could cause him any real harm.
The werewolf was obviously much smaller than a fifteen meter tall titan. Eren could keep the creature from tearing into him for awhile with his armour. The biggest challenge was that he didn't actually want to hurt Dylan, but he couldn't stand against him as a human. Mostly he just defended.
It was only later he realised he probably could have just encased Dylan in titan crystal for the night and saved them both the fucking trouble. Hindsight and all that!
He's still a titan when Dylan goes back to being Dylan, impossibly large, green eyes blazing in the growing morning light. He looks down at Dylan from that height. The titan's face doesn't really have expression. It just has a lot of teeth.
He stays there for a long moment, guard up, but Dylan is really just Dylan. No more werewolf. Still a lot of blood. Well, fine.
Eren emerges from the back of the neck of the titan, pieces of it still hanging off him as the whole thing dissipates into too-hot steam, melting the snow around it as it goes. There won't be anything left of it; that's just how this goes. Eren's torn coat is somewhere in all the snow, but he doesn't really give a shit about that.
He finally ends up back on the ground. He doesn't look much the worse for wear in the end, though he's obviously tired.
"Dylan," he says, seeking…he's not sure. Recognition? A reaction to the titan itself? Confirmation that Dylan isn't going to burst out of his skin again?
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It was absolutely nothing like he imagined, the explosion of blood, the creature Dylan became that did not look like a literal wolf, the immediate ferocity. Eren was ready for it, though, teeth closing on his hand, the lightning strike that turned into the titan transformation before Dylan could cause him any real harm.
The werewolf was obviously much smaller than a fifteen meter tall titan. Eren could keep the creature from tearing into him for awhile with his armour. The biggest challenge was that he didn't actually want to hurt Dylan, but he couldn't stand against him as a human. Mostly he just defended.
It was only later he realised he probably could have just encased Dylan in titan crystal for the night and saved them both the fucking trouble. Hindsight and all that!
He's still a titan when Dylan goes back to being Dylan, impossibly large, green eyes blazing in the growing morning light. He looks down at Dylan from that height. The titan's face doesn't really have expression. It just has a lot of teeth.
He stays there for a long moment, guard up, but Dylan is really just Dylan. No more werewolf. Still a lot of blood. Well, fine.
Eren emerges from the back of the neck of the titan, pieces of it still hanging off him as the whole thing dissipates into too-hot steam, melting the snow around it as it goes. There won't be anything left of it; that's just how this goes. Eren's torn coat is somewhere in all the snow, but he doesn't really give a shit about that.
He finally ends up back on the ground. He doesn't look much the worse for wear in the end, though he's obviously tired.
"Dylan," he says, seeking…he's not sure. Recognition? A reaction to the titan itself? Confirmation that Dylan isn't going to burst out of his skin again?