Liana is...god. There's a man holding her in tight embrace that would be scandalous--except it's not a man, it can't be, not with that horrible gleam in too-golden eyes and blood smeared all around his mouth. Blood. Liana's blood.
Gerard makes a choked sound low in his throat, out of disgust and horror, and the manbeast looks up at him with a devilish glint. It snarls, and Gerard can't think, that's his wife and even though he hasn't more than affection for her (if that), he knows his duty. Grabbing a vase off of the table near the door, he runs at the beast, unsure of what to do but knowing he must do something.
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Date: 2008-02-28 07:27 am (UTC)Gerard makes a choked sound low in his throat, out of disgust and horror, and the manbeast looks up at him with a devilish glint. It snarls, and Gerard can't think, that's his wife and even though he hasn't more than affection for her (if that), he knows his duty. Grabbing a vase off of the table near the door, he runs at the beast, unsure of what to do but knowing he must do something.