The pain is excruciating. Her fetlock barely takes her, her back leg keeps trying to spasm upward, and she can’t tell if it’s because of the bone or a muscle severed in her flank from the stab of roots. Despite all the power in her form and the strength she is capable of, she is too heavy a creature to thrive with injured legs, and every instinct in her body screams that any break, sprain, or crack would be the end of her. And if this was the end…
She wouldn’t meet it injured on her belly or turning tail to stumble into the only pathetic sort of run she was now capable of. Rage, impotent and volatile, burns bright enough to push past the pain. Her fingers find the broken spear haft on the ground and seize it, flipping it in her grip pointed blade out.
It’s not supposed to end like this. She’s supposed to return to her world, sacrifice her life in the arms of the man who could have been her lover if she wasn’t such a coward. She’s supposed to cleanse her dishonor, save the lives of those orphans in that village in a fiery explosion. Instead, she has a dark forest, a foul creature, and one priest who she loses sight of in the pull and pierce of violent, writhing wood.
The air is full with the smell of blood.
And despite the fact that it brings her into range of the thrashing beast, that she has no defense of armor to protect her body, a cry of pain ripped from her throat and her fangs bared in naked anger… as Liem smashes the hilt of his dagger towards the glowing core from within, Hayame rears up to gather the force of her weight and stabs down viciously at the skull from without.]
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The pain is excruciating. Her fetlock barely takes her, her back leg keeps trying to spasm upward, and she can’t tell if it’s because of the bone or a muscle severed in her flank from the stab of roots. Despite all the power in her form and the strength she is capable of, she is too heavy a creature to thrive with injured legs, and every instinct in her body screams that any break, sprain, or crack would be the end of her. And if this was the end…
She wouldn’t meet it injured on her belly or turning tail to stumble into the only pathetic sort of run she was now capable of. Rage, impotent and volatile, burns bright enough to push past the pain. Her fingers find the broken spear haft on the ground and seize it, flipping it in her grip pointed blade out.
It’s not supposed to end like this. She’s supposed to return to her world, sacrifice her life in the arms of the man who could have been her lover if she wasn’t such a coward. She’s supposed to cleanse her dishonor, save the lives of those orphans in that village in a fiery explosion. Instead, she has a dark forest, a foul creature, and one priest who she loses sight of in the pull and pierce of violent, writhing wood.
The air is full with the smell of blood.
And despite the fact that it brings her into range of the thrashing beast, that she has no defense of armor to protect her body, a cry of pain ripped from her throat and her fangs bared in naked anger… as Liem smashes the hilt of his dagger towards the glowing core from within, Hayame rears up to gather the force of her weight and stabs down viciously at the skull from without.]