Okay, now Hades was just showing off! Advanced reanimation was always a tricky skill to have, and that was... weirdly sophisticated, even for Hades. Had he always been able to do that?
"It's kinda like shooting fish in a barrel, isn't it?" Prometheus groused, but he stood up and took a few steps back. The room was big but... wasn't Hades worried about him wrecking the place? It really felt like Hades was indulging him but, fine, okay, if he wanted to watch dragon him viscerally eat a wisent, he wasn't gonna judge him on his weird tastes.
Prometheus took off the necklace, hurriedly dropped it at his feet as he shifted back to dragon form. Ah, that felt better, if a bit disorientating shifting perspective and senses again. He gave himself a bit of a shake, letting his clawed wings unfurl from his back as the wisent seemed to realise the danger it was in.
It didn't have time to dwell on it.
On instinct tempered with experience, Prometheus lunged forwards. His jaws weren't made for clamping down on a wisent, or even a bear's, thick neck, and his fangs weren't sharp enough to even pierce through thick fur or muscle. No, no, no, Prometheus's method of killing was something simpler - and brutal.
He lunged, his forelegs clamping onto the wisent's shoulder, just for purchase, then, one wing extended up, its thick, long claws stretching out... then smashing down with enough force that the loud 'snap' of the wisent's spine cut through the air like a cracking whip. The wisent didn't even get a chance to bellow. One strike. Done. Neck and spinal cord severed and broken, windpipe crushed, dead.
Prometheus waited, though, pausing as he pressed all his weight down on that wing until he was satisfied the wisent was thoroughly dead.
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"It's kinda like shooting fish in a barrel, isn't it?" Prometheus groused, but he stood up and took a few steps back. The room was big but... wasn't Hades worried about him wrecking the place? It really felt like Hades was indulging him but, fine, okay, if he wanted to watch dragon him viscerally eat a wisent, he wasn't gonna judge him on his weird tastes.
Prometheus took off the necklace, hurriedly dropped it at his feet as he shifted back to dragon form. Ah, that felt better, if a bit disorientating shifting perspective and senses again. He gave himself a bit of a shake, letting his clawed wings unfurl from his back as the wisent seemed to realise the danger it was in.
It didn't have time to dwell on it.
On instinct tempered with experience, Prometheus lunged forwards. His jaws weren't made for clamping down on a wisent, or even a bear's, thick neck, and his fangs weren't sharp enough to even pierce through thick fur or muscle. No, no, no, Prometheus's method of killing was something simpler - and brutal.
He lunged, his forelegs clamping onto the wisent's shoulder, just for purchase, then, one wing extended up, its thick, long claws stretching out... then smashing down with enough force that the loud 'snap' of the wisent's spine cut through the air like a cracking whip. The wisent didn't even get a chance to bellow. One strike. Done. Neck and spinal cord severed and broken, windpipe crushed, dead.
Prometheus waited, though, pausing as he pressed all his weight down on that wing until he was satisfied the wisent was thoroughly dead.
"Better," he said, sounding satisfied.