Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Wounded and weakening swiftly under the aerial assault, the serpent thrashed on the ground, striking one more time - aiming for Alys this time. Still reeling from the pain inflicted upon herself, Maea was slow to react and swore when it shot right past her. Getting tired of my own words
Darting off to collect her blades, the chakram flew one more time, and sliced sizzling gashes in the snake's skin. One hit the spine just as the Fateweaver landed a clean blow to the belly, and with a heavy thud the coils slumped to the ground. Twitching slightly, still writhing long after the animal had passed away.
"You okay?" Maea turned to check on the seer, slightly out of breath but far more concerned about her friend than herself. She was bleeding a bit, but that was nothing - nothing at all compared to the void venom and the effects it had on a mind.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
