06-16-2010, 09:30 AM
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She was too slow, just too damned slow. Kol's will to live raged against her suffocating limbs, momentarily forcing adrenaline through her body and giving her a briefly renewed vigor. She could feel her chances, and time itself, ebbing away in the blood that soaked her black fur, but still she refused to give up. With every fortuitous defense she managed to make against her opponent, she could feel the frustration and rage emanating from his body.
It's strange where one's mind wanders when the realization sinks in that one's last moments are at hand. As she fought desperately to inflict as much damage as possible, Kol's mind went eerily calm. A clear conclusion passed through her head: if she truly were meant to die here, she had no final complaints. It was better to go out a warrior, protecting what she held dear, than to be finished by some freak accident or crippling illness. No, the Stormbringers were warriors at heart, one and all, and if her enemy was worthy enough to claim her life for his own, then so be it. She'd lived as best she could, and those she loved were safe. It was all that mattered, in the end.
The black secui's feet skidded as the brute pushed her with all his might. Kol's legs trembled with the strain, but still she fought back. As content as she was if things were to end for her here, she was not about to make it easy on the hybrid. There was a strange whistling sound coming from the set of wounds to her torso every time the Dahlian took a breath, a sound accompanied by a pain the likes of which the woman had never felt. Kol was under the distinct impression that her own body was now working against her, as everything seemed to be trying to break her will. Her violet eyes flashed as Kol's fangs connected with the male's throat despite her body's sabotage, but it wasn't as successful as she'd hoped.
As the male fought back, Kol gasped in pain as his fangs found her face, very nearly ripping out the very eye he'd injured in their first encounter. This time, Kol wasn't entirely sure he hadn't ripped it out. Pain seared through her head and she howled as she lost connection with the male, stumbling back as she fought to see with her one remaining good eye. Whatever had happened, her left eye was either gone or irreparably damaged; she was partially blind. Blood poured into her right eye as well, the male's fangs having scored deeply across the length of her forehead, and she snarled in frustration and agony as she struggled to blink it away. Red liquid clouded her entire vision, and for a moment she lost sight of her enemy. That eerie calm returned as Kol's ears twitched at every sound, trying desperately to pinpoint everything around her. Fate loved irony, and the Stormbringer highly doubted her foe would grant her the same chance at retreat that she had granted him when he'd been the blinded one. Then again, did it really matter?
Table by Tay
She was too slow, just too damned slow. Kol's will to live raged against her suffocating limbs, momentarily forcing adrenaline through her body and giving her a briefly renewed vigor. She could feel her chances, and time itself, ebbing away in the blood that soaked her black fur, but still she refused to give up. With every fortuitous defense she managed to make against her opponent, she could feel the frustration and rage emanating from his body.
It's strange where one's mind wanders when the realization sinks in that one's last moments are at hand. As she fought desperately to inflict as much damage as possible, Kol's mind went eerily calm. A clear conclusion passed through her head: if she truly were meant to die here, she had no final complaints. It was better to go out a warrior, protecting what she held dear, than to be finished by some freak accident or crippling illness. No, the Stormbringers were warriors at heart, one and all, and if her enemy was worthy enough to claim her life for his own, then so be it. She'd lived as best she could, and those she loved were safe. It was all that mattered, in the end.
The black secui's feet skidded as the brute pushed her with all his might. Kol's legs trembled with the strain, but still she fought back. As content as she was if things were to end for her here, she was not about to make it easy on the hybrid. There was a strange whistling sound coming from the set of wounds to her torso every time the Dahlian took a breath, a sound accompanied by a pain the likes of which the woman had never felt. Kol was under the distinct impression that her own body was now working against her, as everything seemed to be trying to break her will. Her violet eyes flashed as Kol's fangs connected with the male's throat despite her body's sabotage, but it wasn't as successful as she'd hoped.
As the male fought back, Kol gasped in pain as his fangs found her face, very nearly ripping out the very eye he'd injured in their first encounter. This time, Kol wasn't entirely sure he hadn't ripped it out. Pain seared through her head and she howled as she lost connection with the male, stumbling back as she fought to see with her one remaining good eye. Whatever had happened, her left eye was either gone or irreparably damaged; she was partially blind. Blood poured into her right eye as well, the male's fangs having scored deeply across the length of her forehead, and she snarled in frustration and agony as she struggled to blink it away. Red liquid clouded her entire vision, and for a moment she lost sight of her enemy. That eerie calm returned as Kol's ears twitched at every sound, trying desperately to pinpoint everything around her. Fate loved irony, and the Stormbringer highly doubted her foe would grant her the same chance at retreat that she had granted him when he'd been the blinded one. Then again, did it really matter?
Table by Tay