Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Her eyes narrowed dangerously in his direction – but she didn’t say anything. He was permitted his amusement, she supposed, even if it was at her expense; it’d been a long while since he’d seemed that happy and content anyway.
But then there were much bigger things to focus upon, so she steadied her fire and flames, and Sila launched, coinciding with Iskra’s incendiary incantations. The bigger ursur roared with ferocity and pain as the embers burned at its hide, turning towards them and no longer lumbering, but with clear, disastrous, and dangerous intent.
Grabbing another arrow before its buddy could join in on the fray (confused, but lumbering nearby), she launched it again, glancing below as the beast crashed into the rocks. “Can these fuckers climb?” She voiced, wondering how much time they’d be allotted before the jig was up.
But then there were much bigger things to focus upon, so she steadied her fire and flames, and Sila launched, coinciding with Iskra’s incendiary incantations. The bigger ursur roared with ferocity and pain as the embers burned at its hide, turning towards them and no longer lumbering, but with clear, disastrous, and dangerous intent.
Grabbing another arrow before its buddy could join in on the fray (confused, but lumbering nearby), she launched it again, glancing below as the beast crashed into the rocks. “Can these fuckers climb?” She voiced, wondering how much time they’d be allotted before the jig was up.
Melita
