[Had Ban been distracted by the pain or even missed the tone in Daenerys' voice by chance, he wouldn't have fully understood the connotations of what she was saying. She didn't outline the whole story. No one in the world would have expected her to announce such a scenario for a stranger in the middle of a fight. It was unreasonable.
Even so, Ban was exactly that.
All he had heard was that, at one point in time, that whip had been used on children. Its barbed had kissed them in ways no parent would want them to. For the first time in a long time, Ban released the first sigh from his lips that could become truly cold and murderous intent. His expression never slipped. Instead, his will boiled and his intent manifested in the form of unseen, laughing skulls and a ghost's ichor of death.
Daenerys' whip tore a hot and sudden rip in the claw of the crab that had bit into him, given that he didn't move. Its grip loosened and fresh blood ran down Ban's side in thick, fatal rivulets. There was too much of a rip in his side to be properly taken care of on a sandy beach on the outskirts of civilization. There was a visible chunk taken out of him, as if carefully cut out, but it began to mend itself as fast as water turned to vapor on a hot skilled. Steam boiled from his wound and it close, mending itself back to perfection before long. Ban's murderous presence was the one thing that didn't vanish. The crab turned to look to Daenerys to respond to the first danger that presented itself to him, but stopped in its tracks when it felt Ban's eyes on him.
Were it a normal, smaller crab, it would have lacked that capacity for fear, but it was of a massive species and with that--a brain that grew in proportion to its size. It knew the sickening pressure rolling off of Ban wasn't anger. It was just a predator's lust. It was the capacity and willingness to kill that didn't come with creatures that seemed as apathetic and harmless as Ban. He could kill, but there was nothing predatory about him when he kept such a bored look about him. Despite this, the crab knew it shouldn't have moved and remained still as a statue the moment Ban's voice ushered it a question:]
Where're you running to? [He didn't imagine it understood his words rather than the force of will behind them. When he felt like it, Ban became nothing less than predatory.] Were you and I done?
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[Had Ban been distracted by the pain or even missed the tone in Daenerys' voice by chance, he wouldn't have fully understood the connotations of what she was saying. She didn't outline the whole story. No one in the world would have expected her to announce such a scenario for a stranger in the middle of a fight. It was unreasonable.
Even so, Ban was exactly that.
All he had heard was that, at one point in time, that whip had been used on children. Its barbed had kissed them in ways no parent would want them to. For the first time in a long time, Ban released the first sigh from his lips that could become truly cold and murderous intent. His expression never slipped. Instead, his will boiled and his intent manifested in the form of unseen, laughing skulls and a ghost's ichor of death.
Daenerys' whip tore a hot and sudden rip in the claw of the crab that had bit into him, given that he didn't move. Its grip loosened and fresh blood ran down Ban's side in thick, fatal rivulets. There was too much of a rip in his side to be properly taken care of on a sandy beach on the outskirts of civilization. There was a visible chunk taken out of him, as if carefully cut out, but it began to mend itself as fast as water turned to vapor on a hot skilled. Steam boiled from his wound and it close, mending itself back to perfection before long. Ban's murderous presence was the one thing that didn't vanish. The crab turned to look to Daenerys to respond to the first danger that presented itself to him, but stopped in its tracks when it felt Ban's eyes on him.
Were it a normal, smaller crab, it would have lacked that capacity for fear, but it was of a massive species and with that--a brain that grew in proportion to its size. It knew the sickening pressure rolling off of Ban wasn't anger. It was just a predator's lust. It was the capacity and willingness to kill that didn't come with creatures that seemed as apathetic and harmless as Ban. He could kill, but there was nothing predatory about him when he kept such a bored look about him. Despite this, the crab knew it shouldn't have moved and remained still as a statue the moment Ban's voice ushered it a question:]
Where're you running to? [He didn't imagine it understood his words rather than the force of will behind them. When he felt like it, Ban became nothing less than predatory.] Were you and I done?