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The smell of blood soon riddles the air, so fragrant and rich that the woman is immediately swept into the throes of battle lust. Her diminutive pupil broadens into clear visibility, the silver of her iris aflame, and as her horn plunges deep into the bear’s flesh, she shrilly cries out her elation to the Gods of blood, and battle. The roars of the beast as she and her comrades pierce and bludgeon it are accompanied by grunts and shouts of those the bear returns blows to, and as her blade pulls away from the thick hide of the creature, she joins those who cry out from their wounds.
Her dainty crown bobs down and back, her pillars dancing with grace beneath her, but too slow are her steps, to free was her abandon in the quest for the death of their opponent. Her right gaze is locked to the sight of the black claws, and the sheer size of the paw which drives towards her, and she squeals before it even strikes her, her pupil widening with fear, rather than the desire to maim.
That silver eye is nearly shattered by the swipe of the bear, which instead rends her ear away, leaving the flesh a flap which dangles and oozes blood into the frame of her vision. The pain is sharp, and swift, her time weakened body incapable of holding back the scream of rage and pure, mind numbing hurt which drives through her soul and mind. Recoiling another few steps, she drives down and forward again with her rapier, seeking to piece the paw which has maimed her, her snarls ended with whimpers of suffering.
"Defiler!" she howls, contempt coiling fast about her heart, the pulse of her blood escaping her wounds drawing a knife like ache to her nearest temple, the world flickering with white. Red floods her neck and chest, drips down her knees, but still she lunges forward again, her snarls punctuated by the bludgeoning drives of her hooves between each reach of her blade. Horn, hoof, horn, horn, hoof, she becomes a flurry of motion, forgetting her place, or her wound, in the need for recompense. "Blasphemer! Aberrant! Fiend!"
[ OOC: The bear misses her neck, but nearly rips her ear off. She has an ear/skin flap combo just hanging there now, bleeding out the wazoo. The entire situation makes her go full batshit. She proceeds to engage the "fuck you flurry" which is comprised of mindless stabbing and kicking, and various archaic insults. ]
Her dainty crown bobs down and back, her pillars dancing with grace beneath her, but too slow are her steps, to free was her abandon in the quest for the death of their opponent. Her right gaze is locked to the sight of the black claws, and the sheer size of the paw which drives towards her, and she squeals before it even strikes her, her pupil widening with fear, rather than the desire to maim.
That silver eye is nearly shattered by the swipe of the bear, which instead rends her ear away, leaving the flesh a flap which dangles and oozes blood into the frame of her vision. The pain is sharp, and swift, her time weakened body incapable of holding back the scream of rage and pure, mind numbing hurt which drives through her soul and mind. Recoiling another few steps, she drives down and forward again with her rapier, seeking to piece the paw which has maimed her, her snarls ended with whimpers of suffering.
"Defiler!" she howls, contempt coiling fast about her heart, the pulse of her blood escaping her wounds drawing a knife like ache to her nearest temple, the world flickering with white. Red floods her neck and chest, drips down her knees, but still she lunges forward again, her snarls punctuated by the bludgeoning drives of her hooves between each reach of her blade. Horn, hoof, horn, horn, hoof, she becomes a flurry of motion, forgetting her place, or her wound, in the need for recompense. "Blasphemer! Aberrant! Fiend!"
[ OOC: The bear misses her neck, but nearly rips her ear off. She has an ear/skin flap combo just hanging there now, bleeding out the wazoo. The entire situation makes her go full batshit. She proceeds to engage the "fuck you flurry" which is comprised of mindless stabbing and kicking, and various archaic insults. ]
you've lost your demon.
@Erebos @Wessex
WOOOOOOO ON TIYUM
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
