[Silence allows himself some measure of relaxation once he's on the table, and the thing is moving; the zombies probably can't catch them now, after all, so he can close his eyes and focus his energies on recovering. That and resisting the urge to sink his fangs into the necks of either of his companions; he's never been quite this badly hurt before, and so never craved blood so strongly as now. He can practically smell it pulsing through their bodies.
But wanting and needing are very different things. He can go without, and he's determined to do so. He's not particularly good at hiding things, but the tight press of his lips, the muscles working in his throat, the uneven and agitated twitching through his wings...all these things could just as easily be attributed to shock, or so he hopes. He doesn't want either Crowe or Lucas to fear him, and that more than anything else helps to rein in his hunger.
He wishes he had something to hold onto. Something inanimate, preferably, because he's not entirely sure his grip wouldn't crush things right now.]
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Date: 2011-09-26 11:48 pm (UTC)But wanting and needing are very different things. He can go without, and he's determined to do so. He's not particularly good at hiding things, but the tight press of his lips, the muscles working in his throat, the uneven and agitated twitching through his wings...all these things could just as easily be attributed to shock, or so he hopes. He doesn't want either Crowe or Lucas to fear him, and that more than anything else helps to rein in his hunger.
He wishes he had something to hold onto. Something inanimate, preferably, because he's not entirely sure his grip wouldn't crush things right now.]