08-05-2019, 06:14 PM
The storm clouds above started crackling, as Vathmos continued snarling and whooping, turning into a laugh and more snarls. She took a few more steps away, as if distancing herself from them. The deer was a bigger danger to her, and those antlers were dangerous. No matter. She'd win this fight. The clouds finally shot off, lightning shooting down from the sky.
It backfired. In a blinding light, it hit her, and the thunderclap soon followed behind. Vathmos stood still for a moment, a jagged line singed across her fur. Vathmos fell to the ground with a pitiful thump, finally unconscious.
It backfired. In a blinding light, it hit her, and the thunderclap soon followed behind. Vathmos stood still for a moment, a jagged line singed across her fur. Vathmos fell to the ground with a pitiful thump, finally unconscious.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━