P a n g a e a
the nature of the beast is, you want it
nature of the beast is, i do too
The shriek she had let loose, somewhere caught between avian and reptilian, was echoed back, lungs enflating before releasing the cry. For a moment, the world seemed to wash away from Pangaea, and she wasn't in the desert anymore. She could feel the heat of humidity upon her pebbled skin, seeking her hair into a frizzier mess. She could feel the palms of the ferns of the creatceous stretching out, offering some shade, and calls, so similar; echoing in her ears, a predator's cry that Pangaea knew could spell disaster if she wasn't careful.
But Pan was a predator too, and from one predator, to another; she wouldn't insult it by making a defeat easy for it. So she instead goes for the film of it's wings, an encouragement to get it to the ground. The second scream was louder, more jarring to her skull, and she saw the head swing towards her, the beak that was headed for her. Pangaea's eyes went wide, veering her course, but you can't escape something that big. The teeth connect, puncturing past skin, into muscle. Pangaea's scream was a mixture of pain, of rage, as the blood fell from the injuries, and she plummeted a few feet before her own wings swept out catch her. She forced herself up, higher, taller, even as it was herded towards the ground.
Her hind limbs where drawn closer, and she chanced a few moments to check over the wounds. A clean bite was her luck, so long as it's fang would not hold toxins. But while the damage was mostly limited to the upper portion of her lower left leg, the right had the muscle of her ankle join bent through, and she knew that wouldn't be something she'd be able to put pressure on easily. But it would be healable. Eventually. It wouldn't kill her. Which meant . . . . - Her gaze turned towards the now downed monster, her muzzle twitching into her own fanged snarl. It meant she had justice to be delivered.
The wall of sand this creature sends out meant nothing to her, but the focus on the others did. So she rounded towards the others in the sky, particular the flaming maiden, her gaze on her briefly, "How far can you get that fire out?" She asked briefly, her voice rough, gruff, gritting past the pain as she kept her right leg curled the most, knowing further damage to a joint could cost her a lot of her freedom. The pain of her left leg was just as severe, but a few stretches of that proved nothing damaging to the bone, "If you can keep it's attention off of me." Pangaea's muzzle split open, the fangs glistening in the sunlight, "It owes me a pound of flesh, and I intend to take it."
Her gaze moved to where the others where sending magic, attacks towards the wings, and her gaze was on the face however. Her claws where almost useless from the pain, but the 'fingered' hooks of her wings pinched, "If you can keep it from noticing me, I can try to land just behind it's skull, and we'll see if I can't blind it. Eye for a limb - sounds like a fair trade, no?" She glanced to Isra, hopeful the mare would agree, but even if she didn't Pangaea would try regardless. Something had to be done to give them a bit of an advantage. And when the beasts were too big to take on alone - you find a weakness. If you can't find or get to the weakness - you make your own.
Pangaea's wings swooped out, before she allowed herself to be moved downwards into a glide, careful to not flap once, to keep her approach as silent as possible, a bird of prey biding time and sacrificing speed and power for stealth. She had her goal, to let it be focused on the others, to come from directly behind, where it would hopefully have a blind spot, especially if she came at in on a gradual curve rather than a steep angle. And if she managed that, she'd grasp onto that neck, using her injured legs, the claws granted to her to pierce skin and hold her steady, so her own great wings could descend down, and the thumb, and massive claw there could be wrapped around it's head and through it's eyes. Even one eye would be great. But Pangaea wasn't hoping for much, it had already seen through her once. But she believed in eat or be eaten, fight or die; and she wasn't going to limp away afraid now.
She was gonna fight, even if it brought her down; and while her anger was overruling the pain for a while longer; she might as well do all she could, before the adrenaline wear off; and she'd literally be able to do no more.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Leviathan @Faction @Israfel @
Notes: Pangaea is favoring her right ankle SIGNIFICANTLY to avoid further damage, but is intending to use blind spots and angles, and a glide that will reduce wind shear, wake and the notable flapping sound; to stealthily approach the Teryr from behind, so she can more or less 'clamp down' just behind the skull, and drive the claws of her wings through it's eyes . . . . cause the girl is angry it landed a hit >.> She is running MOSTLY on adrenaline right now to combat through her own pain, adrenaline, past experiences with significant bites; and compartmentalizing to fight through it enough to at least even the fight. She fully expects to be brought down and out of the count in the next post, though haha. But she'd like to at least even the score, and give the others a weakness they can exploit; before that happens.
oh, it’s the nature of the beast in you
you wrap yourself around me and tightening the noose
trapped in the cage surrounding the sinful side of you
