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03-05-2015, 08:34 PM
H I S T E "Take her to Dragon's Throat!" Histe screamed at the stallion, mocking his orders to the mare and colt that had showed up. "Now I know where to find it after I kill you!" White hot rage bubbled in Histe's chest. The child was hers and hers alone. His part had been completed in mere minutes while she went for months carrying the child inside of her body. It hadn't leeched off of him, hadn't made him fat, hadn't kicked him. He had no right taking the child from her. If she wanted to kill it she could damn well kill it. Acid sizzled as it hit her flesh but her deadened nerves kept her from feeling much more than a pinprick. Einarr was not so lucky if she could tell anything by his scream. It was that scream that rattled her to her core, chased her rage away and replaced it with .... fear? was that what she was feeling? Fear? Her? FEAR? How could she when she wasn't scared of anything? Her ears fell back against her head and she stepped back, unsure of what was happening. "Merikh?" Her head turned and she remembered he was gone as her gaze fell on her fallen companion. The bastard had killed him and had ripped part of her soul away. Because of her distraction she was unable to avoid Einarr's attack. His body slammed into her and she slipped in the slushy, acidic mud. Her hind right leg gave out and she fell ungracefully to her haunches, her front end still supported by her front legs. The awkward positioning strained the muscles in her sides and shoulders, but the strained muscles were the least of the mare's worries. Her main focus was to end Einarr then find her child and end her as well. "Bastard!" The mare hissed as she scrambled to all four hooves. Her head shot forward, her flattened, bloodstained teeth snapping toward Einarr in an attempt to latch onto his throat. She wanted so badly to crush his windpipe beneath her teeth, feel his last breath wheeze out of his crushed throat. At the same time she aimed to scrape her front hooves down the stallion's forelegs. If her bite didn't work she wanted to try and cripple him, make him hurt and suffer. The motion, however, caused the strained muscles in her shoulders to protest and her kick was not as powerful as it normally would have been. "." ooc:// WC: 410 1/3 0 words. have you seen blood in the moonlight? |
