12-14-2020, 04:46 PM
BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
Ninazu never regretted picking a fight. Yet, as the tigress shapeshifted into a dragon—an angry, spitting dragon—she grit her teeth and took a deep breath, centering herself, trying to ignore the heart beating out of her chest. The lioness body needed to heal, she knew that even now, but she’d rather fight a dragon in a weakened lioness body than this delicate serval body.
Her claws dug into the dirt. She snarled, snapping her fangs, and sidestepped a ginormous hand; but the dragon was massive. Ninazu’s serval body may have been her born skin, but the guru never used it. She hadn’t practiced fighting or so much as brewed a stew in it in over a year. Two years, if she was being honest with herself. Her wings unfurled, one faster than the other, and she threw herself into the air, more from her leap than the wingbeats.
This was not how she wanted to die.
Not fast enough. The wings, elegant in design but unwieldy without practice, moved sluggishly, as though the air was thick as molasses. When the dragon’s maw came for her, she could not dodge. Her magic failed her—no, her concentration failed her, when all of her focus was needed simply on how to fly rather than call on the power in her veins.
The dragon crunched, teeth ripping clean through her body in a blow any execution would envy. The pain radiated through Ninazu’s entire body, both the half bleeding out and the phantom half ripped away. She screamed, unaware of the noise, and her eyes squeezed shut as she fell from the sky with only one wing to assist.
Ninazu had died before. But then, she had known it was coming, prepared to leave her body—when it died, her mind had already fled. She didn’t have the luxury this time.
Black seeped into her vision as the blood loss ran down the clock in seconds. She didn’t have time to connect to Stryker’s mind to warn him—didn’t even have time to scream a coherent word—before everything went.
Dark.
[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]
[member=1738]STRYKER[/member]
Her claws dug into the dirt. She snarled, snapping her fangs, and sidestepped a ginormous hand; but the dragon was massive. Ninazu’s serval body may have been her born skin, but the guru never used it. She hadn’t practiced fighting or so much as brewed a stew in it in over a year. Two years, if she was being honest with herself. Her wings unfurled, one faster than the other, and she threw herself into the air, more from her leap than the wingbeats.
This was not how she wanted to die.
Not fast enough. The wings, elegant in design but unwieldy without practice, moved sluggishly, as though the air was thick as molasses. When the dragon’s maw came for her, she could not dodge. Her magic failed her—no, her concentration failed her, when all of her focus was needed simply on how to fly rather than call on the power in her veins.
The dragon crunched, teeth ripping clean through her body in a blow any execution would envy. The pain radiated through Ninazu’s entire body, both the half bleeding out and the phantom half ripped away. She screamed, unaware of the noise, and her eyes squeezed shut as she fell from the sky with only one wing to assist.
Ninazu had died before. But then, she had known it was coming, prepared to leave her body—when it died, her mind had already fled. She didn’t have the luxury this time.
Black seeped into her vision as the blood loss ran down the clock in seconds. She didn’t have time to connect to Stryker’s mind to warn him—didn’t even have time to scream a coherent word—before everything went.
Dark.
[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]
[member=1738]STRYKER[/member]
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