He's fairly obvious prey as well, standing where he is as they charge, one hand towards them, and closes his eyes.
He's never sensed this much Dark Side in a non-sentient being. Animals are creatures of emotion and instinct, and he's senses fear before, but this level of hate...
He keeps his eyes closed, keeps his hand out as they race.
He breathes, carefully and calmly, and reaches out to them, past the twisting of the Dark Side, towards their minds.
It feels like it takes forever, every second lasting an hour or more as they close in.
And then, everything gets a bit calmer.
He cranks open an eye and looks down his arm to where the hounds are snarling a few feet away, their desire to tear his throat at in clear conflict with a very strong desire not to do that.
Without letting them go, he flicks his glance over to Ibani, just to check how she's getting on.
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Date: 2020-08-22 09:12 pm (UTC)He's never sensed this much Dark Side in a non-sentient being. Animals are creatures of emotion and instinct, and he's senses fear before, but this level of hate...
He keeps his eyes closed, keeps his hand out as they race.
He breathes, carefully and calmly, and reaches out to them, past the twisting of the Dark Side, towards their minds.
It feels like it takes forever, every second lasting an hour or more as they close in.
And then, everything gets a bit calmer.
He cranks open an eye and looks down his arm to where the hounds are snarling a few feet away, their desire to tear his throat at in clear conflict with a very strong desire not to do that.
Without letting them go, he flicks his glance over to Ibani, just to check how she's getting on.