☼ s e r a p h i n a ☼
when the fires are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
He takes the hint and rushes the sandwyrm from behind while she attempts to distract it, but, when his horn connects with the massive serpent, the wound that he manages to give the beast is not as fatal as she had hoped. Blood spurts across the sand, and the sandwyrm lets out a furious hiss, its great skull lurching to stare at her pale companion; the flaps on the sandwyrm’s neck flare out aggressively as it lunges after him, Seraphina momentarily forgotten. El Toro slips, but he catches himself in time to dash away from the serpent’s aggressive pursuit, taking her place as its distraction. She grimaces, eyeing the bloody wound, and starts after them.
It is still young, and neither as heavy nor as strong as an elder sandwyrm. If she can manage to get a hold on it, she might be able to hold it in place for just long enough for Toro to impale it, assuming that he aims well enough…and assuming that he avoids its jaws, which will likely still be trained on him. It will require getting close, though, and managing to catch the snake in exactly the place where its scales have been ruptured. She has to be careful.
She picks up speed, kicking up clouds of sand in her wake, and approaches the wyrm from behind; when she has all but closed the distance between them, she lunges, her jaws snapping at the bloody wound on the sandwyrm’s upper back. Her teeth clamp into flesh, spilling pungent copper onto her tongue, and, though her bite is not especially strong, she tries to hold its writhing body in place, her hooves digging into the sand.
(The damn thing is all muscle; she strains against it, sure that her mouth is going to be sore for a week.)
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tags | @El Toro
notes | sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss(ssssssssssss)
when the fires are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
He takes the hint and rushes the sandwyrm from behind while she attempts to distract it, but, when his horn connects with the massive serpent, the wound that he manages to give the beast is not as fatal as she had hoped. Blood spurts across the sand, and the sandwyrm lets out a furious hiss, its great skull lurching to stare at her pale companion; the flaps on the sandwyrm’s neck flare out aggressively as it lunges after him, Seraphina momentarily forgotten. El Toro slips, but he catches himself in time to dash away from the serpent’s aggressive pursuit, taking her place as its distraction. She grimaces, eyeing the bloody wound, and starts after them.
It is still young, and neither as heavy nor as strong as an elder sandwyrm. If she can manage to get a hold on it, she might be able to hold it in place for just long enough for Toro to impale it, assuming that he aims well enough…and assuming that he avoids its jaws, which will likely still be trained on him. It will require getting close, though, and managing to catch the snake in exactly the place where its scales have been ruptured. She has to be careful.
She picks up speed, kicking up clouds of sand in her wake, and approaches the wyrm from behind; when she has all but closed the distance between them, she lunges, her jaws snapping at the bloody wound on the sandwyrm’s upper back. Her teeth clamp into flesh, spilling pungent copper onto her tongue, and, though her bite is not especially strong, she tries to hold its writhing body in place, her hooves digging into the sand.
(The damn thing is all muscle; she strains against it, sure that her mouth is going to be sore for a week.)
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tags | @El Toro
notes | sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss(ssssssssssss)
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
