I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
The impact leaves a tender spot that'll surely be felt in the following days but, presently, it doesn't suspend her focus. Sunjata's encouragement moments prior would've been all she needed to continue on. As her paws wrap tightly against the fyrhund's chest, as her weight is used against it, her intent breathes red hot determination. It's a fire of her own.
And victory is a tangible feeling as she wrestles the beast to the ground, where it snorts and snarls and spits in protest. Fiery acid dribbles at her paws, at which she hardly flinches. She knows that, if she lets go, she'll end up far worse than a few scabbed paws.
So as she holds the creature down, her fiery green gaze flickers up toward Sunjata - whose demand is met with a throaty growl of her own. The fyrhund, sensing its impending doom, rises up against her one last time. Her growl becomes louder yet muffled as she sinks her long fangs deep. She can feel the crunch of bone between her jaws before she hears it.
Her lips quiver with panting breaths that heave through her lungs but, she doesn't release her prey until several moments after - so that she's sure of its demise. When she does, she steps back and away from the body, leaving it where it lies with a cursory glance.
Maybe they should call it King's Beginning, there's a glint of humor in her gaze as she pads back towards Sunjata. Come on, let's get your... thing, and go - before more of those show up. Not that she's too worried about them being able to handle more - though, at that point, one might call it needless destruction.
And victory is a tangible feeling as she wrestles the beast to the ground, where it snorts and snarls and spits in protest. Fiery acid dribbles at her paws, at which she hardly flinches. She knows that, if she lets go, she'll end up far worse than a few scabbed paws.
So as she holds the creature down, her fiery green gaze flickers up toward Sunjata - whose demand is met with a throaty growl of her own. The fyrhund, sensing its impending doom, rises up against her one last time. Her growl becomes louder yet muffled as she sinks her long fangs deep. She can feel the crunch of bone between her jaws before she hears it.
Her lips quiver with panting breaths that heave through her lungs but, she doesn't release her prey until several moments after - so that she's sure of its demise. When she does, she steps back and away from the body, leaving it where it lies with a cursory glance.
Maybe they should call it King's Beginning, there's a glint of humor in her gaze as she pads back towards Sunjata. Come on, let's get your... thing, and go - before more of those show up. Not that she's too worried about them being able to handle more - though, at that point, one might call it needless destruction.
all caught up in the eye of the storm
Aurelia
