I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve might not have the longest reach, but Aidon wasn't limited by things like water. The dragon circles, banking hard and swooping down towards the orcan, releasing a breath of flame towards the predator. He doesn't hit the mermata, thankfully. Instead fire licks across the top of the orca, making its skin crackle and sizzle, blisters forming across the once smooth blubber. Maeve's whip cracks out again, striking its side and a sonic boom echoes from the impact and the orca screeches, the sound ear piercing.
She wishes the damn thing would just flee. She'd prefer not to kill it if she didn't have to, but it was being rather persistent right now. Maeve grits her teeth, growling under her breath as she draws back her arm again, preparing to strike once more.
She wishes the damn thing would just flee. She'd prefer not to kill it if she didn't have to, but it was being rather persistent right now. Maeve grits her teeth, growling under her breath as she draws back her arm again, preparing to strike once more.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
