Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can mobilize an entire society in violent hate against me.
Biologists would have you call this thing an Armadillo-Girdled Lizard, Cordylus cataphractus, but I won’t be fooled. This is clearly a baby dragon. They also have this adorable habit of biting their own tails for no discernible reason. Which is adorable until you remember what the ouroboros is, and inevitably conclude that these things are also dark magic.
Magical dragons. It all makes sense.
The world goes all bright, terribly, painfully bright, like everyone can see how much you hurt, everyone watching and laughing and nowhere to hide and YER NOTHING YER NOTHING YER NOTHING all bound up tight like a bullet right thru you, telling you everything that’s wrong with you, everything you ever done bad in your life, telling you yer worthless, yer dirt, YER NOTHING, yer life ain’t got no point nor reason nor purpose and you should just tear down the walls of yourself, ripping apart who you are and who can save you, as a gift to the man who can control you, who can take it all away, who can make everything fine fine fine-
But not even Noise can stop a body when it’s moving.