these violent delights have violent ends
He rolls and she knows it's over. Still, she flattens her ears away from his teeth and continues to strike out with everything he has. But just as she hadn't lied to him, he hadn't lied to her either: it isn't indeed fast and painless. This part, anyways.
The poison sinks into her, flooding her. Almost instantly the fight bleeds out of her, and as she loses consciousness, she is shoved back into her own flesh. Her wings are limp at her sides, dark eyes unseeing as life drains from her. If one were to look closely though, there is a ghost of a smile on her lips. Triumph and determination.
As her soul rises from her body, she looks down at her now lifeless corpse with disinterest, spitting a wad of spiritual-spit onto her killer.
The poison sinks into her, flooding her. Almost instantly the fight bleeds out of her, and as she loses consciousness, she is shoved back into her own flesh. Her wings are limp at her sides, dark eyes unseeing as life drains from her. If one were to look closely though, there is a ghost of a smile on her lips. Triumph and determination.
As her soul rises from her body, she looks down at her now lifeless corpse with disinterest, spitting a wad of spiritual-spit onto her killer.
