Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
For predator and prey shifts, Isla and Asta work in tandem as if they'd been born to fight like this; then again, the medic realises, it's still the butcher beneath the feirw's pelt, and she shouldn't be surprised at the fighting prowess that still shines through whether it's with hooves or claws. Still, he's exceptionally bold in his decision to try and gore the fyrhund, his great antlered head lowering with ferocious intent.
And the tiger is already in position as the void-tainted creature turns, able to dive in and rake her claws further between the molten plates of its stone armour, right down to the underbelly. It's cry of surprise and outrage is one that tapers off into a wheeze thanks to Asta's hit, and Isla has to dart back to give the fyrhund room to collapse hard onto the rocky earth, spilling its lifeblood and breathing its last.
She watches it with cool indifference before shifting back, crouched in her skirts where the molten tiger had once been. "I thought all the void creatures were more or less gone," she pants.
And the tiger is already in position as the void-tainted creature turns, able to dive in and rake her claws further between the molten plates of its stone armour, right down to the underbelly. It's cry of surprise and outrage is one that tapers off into a wheeze thanks to Asta's hit, and Isla has to dart back to give the fyrhund room to collapse hard onto the rocky earth, spilling its lifeblood and breathing its last.
She watches it with cool indifference before shifting back, crouched in her skirts where the molten tiger had once been. "I thought all the void creatures were more or less gone," she pants.
something so wholesome about you
