ISKRA
Leave your words underneath my feet
Leave these demons that haunt my street
I'll find my way out and never look back
Leave these demons that haunt my street
I'll find my way out and never look back
The thing about rushing into a fight, is sometimes it'll rush back. Lightning twists away into a useless snap through the air, cut short as Iskra's laughter curdles into a hiss. Talons open his skin into red, forcing him to jerk back and cradle his arm to his chest. It doesn't dampen the mood but for a moment, pain only a hiccup through the song of battle lust. Before he can pivot and sweep around with the motions of the beast though, it's lanced and desiccated into little more than a lifeless husk. Oh. That is the buzzkill.
Features fall back into something easygoing and stable after a final sneer towards the bested thing. The hum of violent fury fades out into the drone of wound management. The scores on his arm are a sharp throb of heat and pressure, blood threatening to shift into garnet, so he readily turns towards the unicorn. "Thanks, Zuriel," he murmurs as he proffers the injury with a sigh. "Two for two now, I suppose I owe you something stronger than words when we get back home." Best to stay on the nurse's good side, in his experience.
Iskra says heals pls ty
Features fall back into something easygoing and stable after a final sneer towards the bested thing. The hum of violent fury fades out into the drone of wound management. The scores on his arm are a sharp throb of heat and pressure, blood threatening to shift into garnet, so he readily turns towards the unicorn. "Thanks, Zuriel," he murmurs as he proffers the injury with a sigh. "Two for two now, I suppose I owe you something stronger than words when we get back home." Best to stay on the nurse's good side, in his experience.
Iskra says heals pls ty
I was born just to drown
So bury my dreams
'Cause it's all in my head
So bury my dreams
'Cause it's all in my head
