Putrid Pride

She had succeeded in bringing him down with her, but not entirely. She had no chance of turning the tables like she’d briefly hoped. He had not stumbled enough to try and roll them, instead he set into flesh harder. He wasn’t letting go. She could kick and claw as much as she liked, but it was not doing a damn thing. She knew it then. He was not merely going to teach her some sort of atonement. She was fighting to save herself from this brute’s depravity.

The girl tried to twist and turn, even attempting to rip her own skin out of his grip - to no avail. Absinth’s jaws snapped forward, about to try and seize some new part of his hide when his paw came down on her shoulder and forced her back down. Fuck. Fuck! “You fucking-” She attempted to curse at him, interrupted by the brutal slamming of her head against the ground. Again. Again. Again. "Basta-rd!" At first she had gritted her teeth, her gaze opening and wincing shut as her eyes blazed pure fury, and then they grew unfocused. She was seeing Rhazien, seeing him continue to lift her only to smash her head back down into the ground… but it was blurry and much too bright for her eyes to stay open for long intervals. She could hear snarling, but it was far away… much like that weird moaning noise, where was that coming from?

Absinth’s nose began to drip, drip - blood, but she could not tell - nor could she staple together the idea that she was the one making those pained sounds as her body went lax. She was conscious, but her senses were failing her; as well as her body.

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