some women fear the fire
some simply become it
some simply become it
This is not a horse. Morrighan isn't even sure if Thana is a real being. She is a creature of horror and dead things who thirsts for blood and chaos. She knows only this darkness and it's not too long after that the Regent realizes how much of a mistake she's made.
All she can feel is the pain shooting up her legs, or maybe it's her shoulder. The woman's bite feels worse than anything she's felt before. It feels like she's taken all the blood and replaced it with fire and now Morrighan is burning from the inside. She's losing focus.
There is the smell of singed fur and skin. She can hear Bram yelp as Thana's creature grabs hold of him. He is scrabbling to break free, if anything just to be able to breathe right again. For a moment, Morrighan is caught frozen in Thana's grip and it feels like this is it. This is what it's like to die and have your soul sucked out of you. There is no beautiful light shining down for you to walk through and it feels the most alone than she's ever been.
She thinks of Maeve.
Using what little strength she has left, Morr kicks Thana away to be free of her grip. "Enough," she demands, only there is no confidence here. This had been (or really, she is) a complete and utter failure. Once again, she is not able to beat this woman at her games.
Bram is barely able to get free, but finally manages to. There is blood dripping down his body, matching just how battered Morrighan is herself. As much as she hates to do this, it's for their own good. She's not ready to die today.
There are many things she wants to say, or to scream, but she doesn't. She pushes Bram away from whatever Thana's creature is so they can get the hell out of here.
And she doesn't look back.
@Thana welp, Morr hates herself now but she's out
