[Those gnaws and bites actually hurt, but Vanitas doesn't let go. He's grown in some of his adult scales, but they haven't toughened enough to prevent the other's teeth from opening small wounds along his forelimbs, that begin to drip blood.
There's a small noise in the back of his own throat when the pain registers, but if anything he just wraps him tighter in his grasp as his wings pump double-time to make up for the added weight. It's like trying to haul up a whole buffalo, and it's a good thing he's as strong as he is or else they'd be in a nose dive.
It's still a struggle, but somehow they escape imminent danger and soar over the treeline. Vanitas takes them a mile or two further, before he's finally too exhausted to keep flying, and takes them down. Unfortunately, there's no suitably cleared spot for a landing, so there's a few broken branches and clipped boughs in their wake.]
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There's a small noise in the back of his own throat when the pain registers, but if anything he just wraps him tighter in his grasp as his wings pump double-time to make up for the added weight. It's like trying to haul up a whole buffalo, and it's a good thing he's as strong as he is or else they'd be in a nose dive.
It's still a struggle, but somehow they escape imminent danger and soar over the treeline. Vanitas takes them a mile or two further, before he's finally too exhausted to keep flying, and takes them down. Unfortunately, there's no suitably cleared spot for a landing, so there's a few broken branches and clipped boughs in their wake.]