[There's a lot Sandalphon doesn't know about how primal beasts are made; though he is one himself, he spent too much time being sheltered and then imprisoned to know a lot about the specifics.
So when he stumbles and takes a blow in the approximate location of his core, he doesn't think a lot about it. It hurts for a while after, which is weird, but eventually, the problem solves itself and the pain fades.
Slight problem, though: the past 100 years or so fade with it, and Sandalphon suddenly finds himself in a house utterly unfamiliar to him, out of Pandemonium with no answers and too many questions. He freezes, sure this must be another Astral experiment of some kind—but nothing is happening.
Carefully, Sandalphon begins to stalk through the house, treating it as enemy territory. As far as he's concerned, it is...even if there's a part of him that can't help but feel...strangely at peace, here.
All that skids to a halt when he finds himself in a room with another person—a mortal, from the looks of it—though when he gets a good look at his face, Sandalphon freezes, bristling, and strides forward to pin him to the wall, leaning in to get a better look, glaring daggers at him.]
You...
[The look he gives Izumi is the same disdainful one you would give to a stranger.]
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So when he stumbles and takes a blow in the approximate location of his core, he doesn't think a lot about it. It hurts for a while after, which is weird, but eventually, the problem solves itself and the pain fades.
Slight problem, though: the past 100 years or so fade with it, and Sandalphon suddenly finds himself in a house utterly unfamiliar to him, out of Pandemonium with no answers and too many questions. He freezes, sure this must be another Astral experiment of some kind—but nothing is happening.
Carefully, Sandalphon begins to stalk through the house, treating it as enemy territory. As far as he's concerned, it is...even if there's a part of him that can't help but feel...strangely at peace, here.
All that skids to a halt when he finds himself in a room with another person—a mortal, from the looks of it—though when he gets a good look at his face, Sandalphon freezes, bristling, and strides forward to pin him to the wall, leaning in to get a better look, glaring daggers at him.]
You...
[The look he gives Izumi is the same disdainful one you would give to a stranger.]