The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Her side screams in pain, or maybe that's the woman, or the horse. She's not sure beneath the searing of skin where the sharp spine had cut through. It seems like that might be the biggest of her concerns until the Mudtiger is scrambling away from her, attempting to lunge at something dark and strangely familiar that winks into existence. Getting her own paws under her again, Thal moves to follow, ready to leap after it.
Lucky for her that she doesn't, because just at that moment, three tendrils of shadows snap through the air to rip the life from the beast with a wet crunch and splattering of scales. Thal doesn't notice the third coming for her until it's nearly too late, the liquid black piercing through her whiskers when she turns her head with a startled cry. A voice cuts through the panic, another name called in a broken warning.
The only thought running through her mind when she finally takes her next breath is laced with too much fear to be angry. SHIT, that bastard almost killed me!
Thal plants her feet, fighting through the life that flashes in her eyes, then looks to the woman struggling beneath the horse. She would like nothing more than to leave her there to suffer, but Thal recognizes the face, recognizes the fight, and she can't explain why, but she can't do it. Before she can give it another thought, she's shifting, scales lining her from snout to tail tip while large membranous wings unfurl from her side. The horse continues its obnoxious cacophony of high-pitched noises, writhing as it attempts to escape the lyvern that now struggles to hovers above it.
Her claws wrap around the neck and body of the panicked creature, debating dropping it into the water just to stop the torture. Its wriggling and fighting earn it a few shallow gashes despite her best attempts not to hurt it, and the efforts prove too much for her straining injury to contain for long. The horse escapes her grasp, leaving Thal to drop next to the woman empty handed, shrinking to the knelt form of a petite woman. Her dark curtain of hair falls across her face, igneous horns glinting in the sunlight as she braces a hand against the blood that wells at her side.
When she finally looks up to assess the situation, it's with a cautious gaze, searching for immediate threats, mortal injuries, and a particular shadowy demigod that she'd like to punch.
Lucky for her that she doesn't, because just at that moment, three tendrils of shadows snap through the air to rip the life from the beast with a wet crunch and splattering of scales. Thal doesn't notice the third coming for her until it's nearly too late, the liquid black piercing through her whiskers when she turns her head with a startled cry. A voice cuts through the panic, another name called in a broken warning.
The only thought running through her mind when she finally takes her next breath is laced with too much fear to be angry. SHIT, that bastard almost killed me!
Thal plants her feet, fighting through the life that flashes in her eyes, then looks to the woman struggling beneath the horse. She would like nothing more than to leave her there to suffer, but Thal recognizes the face, recognizes the fight, and she can't explain why, but she can't do it. Before she can give it another thought, she's shifting, scales lining her from snout to tail tip while large membranous wings unfurl from her side. The horse continues its obnoxious cacophony of high-pitched noises, writhing as it attempts to escape the lyvern that now struggles to hovers above it.
Her claws wrap around the neck and body of the panicked creature, debating dropping it into the water just to stop the torture. Its wriggling and fighting earn it a few shallow gashes despite her best attempts not to hurt it, and the efforts prove too much for her straining injury to contain for long. The horse escapes her grasp, leaving Thal to drop next to the woman empty handed, shrinking to the knelt form of a petite woman. Her dark curtain of hair falls across her face, igneous horns glinting in the sunlight as she braces a hand against the blood that wells at her side.
When she finally looks up to assess the situation, it's with a cautious gaze, searching for immediate threats, mortal injuries, and a particular shadowy demigod that she'd like to punch.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
