Memories that haunt us like ghosts
Azriel
08-23-2024, 02:21 AM
| It's not sin His eyes dilated as pain ripped through his shoulder, blood coloring the air. His snarls becoming more violent. Change in his mental state evident in just those deep growls. They shook air around him, colors in his mind changing, a dark night becoming smoky and red. His body language shifted, every hair standing on end. Pain becoming a gateway. His blood painted the buffalo's horn in its attempt to gore and beat, it had landed a lucky hit, one that set off a chain of reactions tonight. Az released the buffalo jumping back, right foreleg held slightly aloft. Quills had been left behind in the beast's face, uncomfortable and could lead to infection should they not receive proper medicines. Lips peels and shoulders pushed forward. His eyes darker than normal as things warped reality. He darted forward once more, aimed for the lowered head of the beast, jaws closing on its face, elongated canines piercing the beast's eye, paws on its neck and bridge of its snout. He aimed to rip it to the ground with sheer strength and brute force. Its bellows had no effect on him, he cared not for it's life now. Cudros would have him, and if Kiska willed it life then so be it. Walk, "Talk", Think |
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