YOU FOOL, YOU WANDERER / YOU CHALLENGED THE GODS AND LOST
Seraphina starts moving and Toro follows, panicked but not unfamiliar with a hunt, oh no, he is familiar with the rushing blood and a bit of the fear and for all he doesn’t know, he knows he should follow her lead. He glances over his shoulder as she does, but the wyrm has gone beneath the sands now, following closely behind them. Toro isn’t comfortable enough on dunes to keep proper pace with Seraphina for long, so when she tells him not to bother fleeing it, he’s both horrified and grateful. In a way. Toro’s stomach lurches as she veers off but the wyrm is off his tail.
The white stallion starts running again when the beast lunges for Seraphina, chest heaving with more terror than exertion; he’s as good as dead without her. The sandwyrm rears up and stills - sways - for just long enough that Toro charges its back, head low and horns sharp. The bone connects with smooths scales, narrowly missing the creature’s hardened spine, but as his horn goes deeper he thinks that perhaps he has only angered it. The wyrm writhes. El Toro rips his horn from its body and lurches backwards, slipping in the bloodied sands as the beast casts its sights on him. Scarlet splatters his alabaster face as he draws the wyrm away from Seraphina, praying dearly to no god that it really is moving slower than before.
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"What I say,"
What I think,
