// won't you breathe with me? //
The tang of blood upon the wind had exactly the kind of effect Liam had hoped for. Three pairs of gleaming eyes turned to follow him for a fraction of a second. With a baying of hounds that caught scent of prey, the first two fyrhunds leaped over Maea and her own opponent and came barreling towards the soldier. Massive in size and weight, it was not unlike being charged by two bears, and within moments they were upon him; snapping and biting, leaping and trying to knock him over to where the gleaming sword couldn't bite back.
Hearing his shout, Maea growled with desperate hurry as she slashed at the beast atop of her wiith her chakram. Hot blood and violet gore soaked her dress, and the bulk atop of her ribs squeezed all the air from her lungs until lights flashed like the ghost of will-o-wisps before her eyes. A yelp sounded when she landed a hard kick against its hip - a moment later she got her legs in beneath the scorching gut and heaved, creating space for her arm to slash across her chest. Blood sprayed from the deep gash in its throat, showering her face and hair and stinging her eyes - but she was alive, and the beast was not.
Dragging herself out from beneath the carcass, through a haze of fouled blood and pain she strained to catch a glimpse of Liam. Unaware that she had been screaming his sname over and over, she couldn't figure out why her throat kept stinging - it wasn't important anyway. She just had to get to him and make sure he was unharmed. He was, right?
Hearing his shout, Maea growled with desperate hurry as she slashed at the beast atop of her wiith her chakram. Hot blood and violet gore soaked her dress, and the bulk atop of her ribs squeezed all the air from her lungs until lights flashed like the ghost of will-o-wisps before her eyes. A yelp sounded when she landed a hard kick against its hip - a moment later she got her legs in beneath the scorching gut and heaved, creating space for her arm to slash across her chest. Blood sprayed from the deep gash in its throat, showering her face and hair and stinging her eyes - but she was alive, and the beast was not.
Dragging herself out from beneath the carcass, through a haze of fouled blood and pain she strained to catch a glimpse of Liam. Unaware that she had been screaming his sname over and over, she couldn't figure out why her throat kept stinging - it wasn't important anyway. She just had to get to him and make sure he was unharmed. He was, right?
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
