stomach to the floor
07-01-2013, 04:52 AM
Slowly, it had all begun to fall together; the twisting arms of fate had reached out ever-so-silently and begun to stroke the power-sick body of the youthful female. Still her mind was unaware of the decisions of destiny, but her body, escalating rapidly in its clout and motor-drive, would embrace the choice with relish. The beginning had long since departed, and rapidly the end of the pairs quarrel would begin to unfold; both creatures with sinister intentions, twisting glibly within the lobes of their psyche was a relentlessness that would provoke the winner to terminate the weaker opponent once and for all. The youth was more than willing to lose her life to the ravenous jaws of greater power, more than contented to be remembered as the banshee that was euthanized by an overwhelming tidal-wave of vigor, and went down fighting. But today wasn?t her day, oh no- she had far too much to accomplish first.
Attacks had been launched, and all had landed one way or another. Slowly, the youth with slim chances would begin to rise above her previous superior; and as a whopping load of pressure was applied to her skull, only to teeter off into swaying instability, it would only become more clear. She would issue a shaking and shuddering thrash of her skull and nape as a retaliation to his brief moment of contact, lip peeling as an aggravated growl thrummed within her pipes. Lime-green gaze would crawl up his crimson-washed limb, watching with a swelling pride as his colossal chassis swayed between each limb; and soon he would fall, leaving Eos a shivering and shuddering mess of adrenaline as he eased out of consciousness.
With far too much wrath and oomph to let fizzle, the new queen would reach out with a fore-paw, pressing it to the torn and tattered flesh of his nape; feeling his pulse ever so weak beneath her touch, saliva-splattered jaws crawling downwards until hot, heavy breaths would crawl down the defeated beasts ear canal, waves of snarling and growling still evident with every exhale of the lungs. She stood, light on her legs, muscles still trembling as adrenaline slowly began to ease; mind still clouded by the monsterous disease that had overcome her. She had won. Valhalla?s royal runt, had officially stretched far beyond natures intentions; she had battled not only a king today, but destiny itself, and she had come out on top.
Nose would press against the bloodied mess of the beast?s nape, threatening to tear that ever-so-accessible jugular she had strived for so many times before. But something would stop her, perhaps a dwindling thread of purity, mislaid someplace within the twisted tapestry of shadow that consumed her. The great beast would live in that moment; it would be up to mother nature to decide how long for, though it would not be the russet youth to drag him vulgarly from reality. And with a final, heaved breath, forced to bubble through the arteries of her defeated opponent, the new sovereign would turn; tail held proudly behind her, body still quivering with instability as she would unhurriedly steal away, not sparing anybody a second glance. Eos would cease barely a few yards away, and the eerie drawl of victory would bleed from spoiled pipes; a shrill, wavering cry, announcing the birth of a new queen.
She would depart then, as companionless as she had arrived; a whole new being beneath the frayed skin that laced her wounded remains.
--EXIT EOS?
OOC/I?ve already told you how much I have appreciated this battle, Clash. And although it?s a bitter-sweet win for me, and I feel a little down knowing you and Gargy tried your all- I?m glad we are still in the same place as we were before the battle. I love your writing, and I love Gargy- hence why I decided to have him live when we discussed it. Let?s face it, half of Ala would eat me if you let Eos finish him. <3
>>>Massive thanks to Viv! I know you spent a long time on this for us, and I want you to know I really appreciate the effort you put in, plus the suggestions at the end. I?ve learnt a lot. :) <3