( the bone hound, which neither of them knew could not leave the confines of the dungeon proper, turns its massive bone head and chases after the rock for its trespass. the skeleton soldier who witnesses this likewise holds position, weapon almost at the ready, until the door naturally closes after the dog, and wei wuxian is left sitting, sprawling rather, behind the pedestal and its golden tablet he's clung to and hidden behind.
his voice, still a touch high, follows heartbeats after the door has politely closed itself on the prisoner still trapped inside. )
Is, um. It's gone? The...
( dog. the horror. the dead creature he could control, only it made the horribly thing incredibly fond of him. )
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his voice, still a touch high, follows heartbeats after the door has politely closed itself on the prisoner still trapped inside. )
Is, um. It's gone? The...
( dog. the horror. the dead creature he could control, only it made the horribly thing incredibly fond of him. )