Re: promenade ; elevator
The burning of his body was threatening to consume every sentence. He was willing to try anything, even a priest. As he was putting his thoughts in order, he felt the rosary. Surprise registered on his face, although he couldn't see his attacker, now behind him. "You - ," he hissed out as his air was being cut, "sin." No wonder he had never been a religious man.
The pressure against his throat grew stronger, but he wasn't ready to submit. His claws moved to his throat but the rosary wouldn't break. He had a growing fight reflex, building up from the depths. It was being tempered by the fire in his body and the lack of oxygen, but he was also shifting and changing. Now he had to give himself to that fire, to let himself transform.
One hand remained at his throat, trying to give himself slack to breathe, the other moved further back, claws reaching the priest's cheek, attempting to swipe and take as much flesh as he could.