Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
The tiger roared in dismay when her target slipped out of reach. The weight of her as she barreled into the iced dome set it to humming, a dull clamor of bells that continued as she tried several times to smash it. But the walls were thick, and the ice opaque; it was not the kind of barrier you broke with sheer force.
Very well then.
With a grunt the tiger leaped up to settle herself onto the top of the barrier. It was unpleasantly cold, and the knew it wouldn't be good to linger for too long. But sitting still had its own rewards. Soon enough, liquid metal beaded around the blued steel stripes, and little by little they sloughed off. There was an evil hiss as the cherry red metal touched the ice. Hissing and bubbling, leaving a indentation in the frozen surface, like pockmarks. Again, and again, little by little, the metal dribbled down and ate into the barrier, leaving constellations of metallic residue behind.
It would come down to endurance, if no one did anything else. Would her limbs petrify first? Would she melt the ice? Would Hadama tire of his new house and break out, or was he content to idle away the night in there?
They would find out in five, four, three, two –
Very well then.
With a grunt the tiger leaped up to settle herself onto the top of the barrier. It was unpleasantly cold, and the knew it wouldn't be good to linger for too long. But sitting still had its own rewards. Soon enough, liquid metal beaded around the blued steel stripes, and little by little they sloughed off. There was an evil hiss as the cherry red metal touched the ice. Hissing and bubbling, leaving a indentation in the frozen surface, like pockmarks. Again, and again, little by little, the metal dribbled down and ate into the barrier, leaving constellations of metallic residue behind.
It would come down to endurance, if no one did anything else. Would her limbs petrify first? Would she melt the ice? Would Hadama tire of his new house and break out, or was he content to idle away the night in there?
They would find out in five, four, three, two –
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
