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09-04-2012, 07:50 PM
She speaks but he does not hear. It is only the garbled, hissing, moaning language of a troll anyway. They do not talk, not really, they just grunt and roar and rage like overgrown boars. It disgusts him and he only wishes her dead even more.
She flew back, like a little bird. The edges of reality and dream blurred in that moment, suggesting to Jaydan the truth in his deed, or rather exposing the lie of it. Trolls are not birds, they are not little, they are not fast. It makes him frown and his head pounds with the ache of trying to understand it. Better not to think on it then. Better to take that throbbing hurt and shove it down with all the rest of the pan these beasts have caused him. His hooves skid in the sand, wings catching wind and balance, tail feathers whipping behind him like the long plume of a cheetah on the run. He barely paused before surging forward; he is rapid, athletic, deadly. The troll squeals ahead of him and he bellows to drown it out. "FOR LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN" Sand spits behind him like strange rain. His head is tucked once again as he draws up behind her, aiming to shuffle up her left side and let slip his horn into the soft meat of her flank - the troll's thigh. He would cripple her, and then he would kill her slowly.  |
