you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
The corrupted unicorn throws its head back sharply with a defiant shriek, shadows dripping like oil from its inky mane as it half-rears, front hooves slicing through the dense mist in warning. Eyes blacker than pitch roll towards the charging buckskin mare and her rider, the challenge clear but tempered now with a wary flicker. It snorts sharply, breath steaming with void-dark fury as it paws aggressively at the damp earth, scattering clods of grass and dirt.
Flora’s eyes widen with surprise and relief as her gaze snaps to the newcomer—clearly experienced, poised and fiercely confident in the saddle. Adrenaline and fear momentarily forgotten, she lets out a breathless laugh, dagger still raised defensively even as she shifts a cautious step back.
"Gods, your timing is impeccable," she calls to the woman, voice bright and edged with lingering tension. Spice circles overhead, the little dragon chittering worriedly, frost flickering in her jaws. Flora’s heart continues its wild drumbeat, but at least now she doesn't feel quite as alone against the corrupted beast’s stubborn threat.
Flora’s eyes widen with surprise and relief as her gaze snaps to the newcomer—clearly experienced, poised and fiercely confident in the saddle. Adrenaline and fear momentarily forgotten, she lets out a breathless laugh, dagger still raised defensively even as she shifts a cautious step back.
"Gods, your timing is impeccable," she calls to the woman, voice bright and edged with lingering tension. Spice circles overhead, the little dragon chittering worriedly, frost flickering in her jaws. Flora’s heart continues its wild drumbeat, but at least now she doesn't feel quite as alone against the corrupted beast’s stubborn threat.
