11-29-2020, 03:47 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
*sliiiight gore warning for paragraph 2? it's not too in depth with any gross details or anything like that
As Keona hears her warning, dodges the attacks, and runs, a sense of relief washes over the female for a brief moment. She knew the female was strong enough to hold her own, but if Stryker and someone on his side were here, that meant they were likely outnumbered, and they'd not brought any of their weapons. She didn't have the time to put two and two together to realize exactly what this encounter meant for Tanglewood, what Sophiea's story really meant, but she knew that things at least whatever was going on was not good. Someone could send a message back, and in the end, that mattered more than anything. And this was only confirmed by Keona's message. She would attempt to send a response back to the female, though it's possible it may not reach in time of her running away. Still she tries to reach out to [member=265]Keona.[/member] , Ge bith dè a thachras, feumaidh Stryker tuiteam. (No matter what, Stryker must fall.) A declaration, a plan of action for them.
And in a moment, her focus on trying to pull away, prepare her electricity, is all shot down. It yanks, tugs, his grip upon her remains tight, and she feels a different sort of pain now. A scream emits the tigress - two different forces colliding and all pulling her in different directions - and a knot is severed. The body the Gods had so carefully crafted damaged, blood beginning to pool from it. The skin, muscles, connecting tendons had been torn, her right hind leg detached from its connection. Her leg was pulled off, and a pain unlike any she'd experienced throbbed through out, pulsating, beating heart overworking itself to make up for the escaping blood.
In response, her wings push out, body tenses up, sparks emit from her body, some potentially even colliding with the ones Sevcon had let out. It burns her own skin, shoots out in an aura around her. A defense mechanism, perhaps, that she'd not been quite aware of. The electricity had no aim, but shot out sporadically, potentially hitting anyone too close to her. And she lets out struggled breaths, vision fuzzing. The overwhelming pain mixed with her depleting supply of blood was causing her to lose energy and strength fast. The tigress' head lay on the muddy ground, consciousness draining.
And it faded.
As Keona hears her warning, dodges the attacks, and runs, a sense of relief washes over the female for a brief moment. She knew the female was strong enough to hold her own, but if Stryker and someone on his side were here, that meant they were likely outnumbered, and they'd not brought any of their weapons. She didn't have the time to put two and two together to realize exactly what this encounter meant for Tanglewood, what Sophiea's story really meant, but she knew that things at least whatever was going on was not good. Someone could send a message back, and in the end, that mattered more than anything. And this was only confirmed by Keona's message. She would attempt to send a response back to the female, though it's possible it may not reach in time of her running away. Still she tries to reach out to [member=265]Keona.[/member] , Ge bith dè a thachras, feumaidh Stryker tuiteam. (No matter what, Stryker must fall.) A declaration, a plan of action for them.
And in a moment, her focus on trying to pull away, prepare her electricity, is all shot down. It yanks, tugs, his grip upon her remains tight, and she feels a different sort of pain now. A scream emits the tigress - two different forces colliding and all pulling her in different directions - and a knot is severed. The body the Gods had so carefully crafted damaged, blood beginning to pool from it. The skin, muscles, connecting tendons had been torn, her right hind leg detached from its connection. Her leg was pulled off, and a pain unlike any she'd experienced throbbed through out, pulsating, beating heart overworking itself to make up for the escaping blood.
In response, her wings push out, body tenses up, sparks emit from her body, some potentially even colliding with the ones Sevcon had let out. It burns her own skin, shoots out in an aura around her. A defense mechanism, perhaps, that she'd not been quite aware of. The electricity had no aim, but shot out sporadically, potentially hitting anyone too close to her. And she lets out struggled breaths, vision fuzzing. The overwhelming pain mixed with her depleting supply of blood was causing her to lose energy and strength fast. The tigress' head lay on the muddy ground, consciousness draining.
And it faded.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.