my h e a r t is a fist drenched in blood.

Sirius Revlis · 05-23-2012, 11:33 PM

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HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM

WC (+2) Time to chase 'em out of here! Another round or two, and we can wrap this up :3

He could hear the taunting cries around him - A voice that was unmistakably Isabella's, and perhaps that voice alone added a little extra fire to his blood. The other, the unknown woman who was also his, held her own; Large ears flicked back to catch the howl of pain as her target met the cold steel of her blade. Volatile pride filled him, as it always would - His people where hardy Northerners, and even the women could fight to kill. This was what he had chosen for Salsola, so long ago; The toughness of the ocean, the enduring cold of the mountains. They would never go down without a fight.

A fist beat into his head with a mighty punch, and white-hot stars filled the beast's vision. The wrist in his maw was thrashing as the man sought to free his arm, but giant yellow incisors only sank deeper, inflicting permanent damage now. The intruder was howling his protest, bashing at Sirius' face wildly as his mare wheeled and screamed. A kicking hoof caught him in the chest, and a dim blackness fell over his eyes; the man's arm was released as his mighty body fell back a pace, down to the earth. He shook his head, furiously trying to clear it of the buzzing that filled his ears.

The mounted man, clearly the leader of this charge, had dropped his sword to grip at the ravaged and torn flesh of his arm. His face was gaunt, eyes wild with pain. A horse galloped past, followed by a large black stallion splattered with blood. "Retreat!" The man cried sharply, wheeling his own frantic steed about and charging her back towards the cover of the woods. "Retreat!"

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