Tal yelped and ducked as a white gore crow came right for him. It saved him from getting a snake on his head, and a second thud accompanied the Void Viper's landing on the ground near his feet. He scrambled back, giving Maea room to work as she savaged the horrible void-serpent again and again until it wasn't just dead, but practically unrecognizable.
He might have helped with his Dagger, but he didn't dare risk hitting the bird as she swooped in and out of the field of fire. He shuddered, fingers of ice playing down the ivory keys of his vertebrae as he realized how close he'd come to wearing a Void Viper scarf for the season. "Y'got it, Maea! It's dead!" he called to his friend in what he hoped was a reassuring voice that only shook a little. Her transformation back was something of a relief, even if it kind of made the violet blood look worse.
He hurried over to guard her back - and reach over to grab a handful of long white hair to lift out of the way - as she was heartily sick, and he bit his lip almost hard enough to bleed. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. 'm sorry. Look, let's head back t'the boat. We can get up high enough t'be safe an' y'can get cleaned up. I c'n always come back later, after things have settled down again.," he suggested, looking around uneasily as the corrupted woods seemed to echo with the rustles and whispers of movement. Hostile movement. Movement that was slowly but steadily converging towards them now that the echo ferns were drawing a big fat target around their location.
He might have helped with his Dagger, but he didn't dare risk hitting the bird as she swooped in and out of the field of fire. He shuddered, fingers of ice playing down the ivory keys of his vertebrae as he realized how close he'd come to wearing a Void Viper scarf for the season. "Y'got it, Maea! It's dead!" he called to his friend in what he hoped was a reassuring voice that only shook a little. Her transformation back was something of a relief, even if it kind of made the violet blood look worse.
He hurried over to guard her back - and reach over to grab a handful of long white hair to lift out of the way - as she was heartily sick, and he bit his lip almost hard enough to bleed. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. 'm sorry. Look, let's head back t'the boat. We can get up high enough t'be safe an' y'can get cleaned up. I c'n always come back later, after things have settled down again.," he suggested, looking around uneasily as the corrupted woods seemed to echo with the rustles and whispers of movement. Hostile movement. Movement that was slowly but steadily converging towards them now that the echo ferns were drawing a big fat target around their location.
