Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She could hear the triumphant little call, and simply wanted more. More bloodshed. More ruin. More satisfaction. A wicked grin settled upon her features, unseen and merciless, as she forged onward, grabbing hold of another arrow as she saw the bear twist back towards Iskra. A brief moment of panic settled into her soul and returned as spite, pettiness, and that conniving, covetous, greedy parallel in rage and viciousness.
Bearing down, she fired off two of the electric arrows, watching as they embedded straight into the beast’s skull. There was a spark, a snap, as the ursur was thrown back in the heavy maelstrom, waves pulsing through its form –
Until it simply fell, sizzling and sparking. “Yeah, get fucked!” she shouted in response, waiting for something else to erupt or happen.
Bearing down, she fired off two of the electric arrows, watching as they embedded straight into the beast’s skull. There was a spark, a snap, as the ursur was thrown back in the heavy maelstrom, waves pulsing through its form –
Until it simply fell, sizzling and sparking. “Yeah, get fucked!” she shouted in response, waiting for something else to erupt or happen.
Melita
