-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

[Sunburned Lily]

[The Pittian]

In the distance, somewhere ahead & to his left; he hears her. It is a faint sound at this distance.. one he ought not have heard-- perhaps it was even his imagination --but it seems the gods are not on Schism's side today. & so he grins. A terrible, terrible stretching of his mouth to reveal a set of yellowed teeth yet still sharp enough to pierce through a scarred pelt. He hurtles forward with a new energy. Tired, yes, as his tongue lolls from his mouth, but in much better shape than his prey.
A nearby bird lets out a cry of alarm as he draws closer & closer.

[Acnestis]

Reptilian eyes open wide, pupils narrowing to slits. Acnestis lifts his great head as to scent the air. Generally, the beast does not care for his surroundings when resting, so confident is he, but that noise.. something is strange about it. Something that drives him to investigate. & so, with a rumbling purr, he painstakingly rises to his feet with the help of the tree. The once vibrant ferns beneath him are all but crushed into mush. A crisp smelling smear of sticky green juice & yellow pollen is left on his belly & legs. No matter. He will clean himself later..

Standing 9 feet at the shoulder, weighing just shy of 7 tons, Acnestis is yet sill narrow enough to easily pass through a few trees, trampling the undergrowth beneath with each step. An instinct tells him not to bother crouching. Not to worry about remaining unseen, as with hunting. An instinct he only understands upon seeing her after stepping past a particularly leafy tree.