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Posted on May 30, 2014 at 00:15:39 AM by BIRCH
Powerful jaws armed with razor sharp teeth sunk into her midsection even as a powerful force knocked her off balance. Birch resisted, barely the urge to scream in agony. The wounds were deep and painful, but she thought (hoped) they'd missed the vital organs. The creature shook it's powerful neck, whipping Birch about like a ragdoll. Her fingers slid in her own blood as she reached for her belt, and found to her horror that the beast's crocodilian teeth had shorn it in two. Her weapons lay gleaming in the sunlight, waiting for her, and her helplessness turned abruptly to rage. Birch planted one fist firmly inside the other, then swung with all her might at the creature's head. Again and again she beat her hands against the creature until finally its grip released. She lay on the ground only a second, regaining her bearings, before rolling for her weapons. When the beast charged again, each step of its mighty hippo-like hindquarters shaking the earth, she sidestepped as quickly as she could. Her shield came up as she slammed into the beasts lion torso, the area that seemed most likely to be vulnerable, even as she swung her axe towards the animal's throat. The beast roared, clumsily righting itself, and turned its more agile front half to face Birch once more.
For a moment, neither opponent moved. Neither made a sound, but simply stood there, a short distance apart. Their gazes collided, warred, and suddenly in those monster's eyes Birch saw something she didn't know she feared: a brilliance, a cunning that one would not expect from such a strange creature. It laughed then, a surprisingly female sound so utterly out of place here in the midst of battle. "Do you fear me, fairy?" the creature cooed. "Never," Birch said, but even to her own ears the word sounded false. The beast chuckled again and pain ripped through Birch so suddenly, so abruptly, that she screamed before she could stop it. Everything inside of her had gone cold, as if the part that made her who she was and what she was had been stolen away. Her breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat slowed and then, agonizingly, felt as if it was yanked on by brutal hands. Birch reeled, gasping and stumbling as her vision grew dark. "Mmm, yours is a soul tarnished by violence." The beast's words were dim and far away. "But not entirely damaged, I suppose. Not beyond repair, as I see you've been attempting. I wonder how it will taste... Shall we find out?" Birch snarled at that, tried to push herself to her feet, but a deep, dark... nothingness spread through her and she fell again to her knees. She felt numb, and lost. Apart from the world, as if she belonged but didn't... She'd felt this helplessness once before, when she'd been chained to damp dungeon walls. When she'd been broken again and again and again until it felt that she was made of nothing but fragile, shattered pieces of a person. It was in those moments that she had gone truly, deeply, mad, and with the madness had come the hunger and the rage. Abruptly that same old sensation flooded her body; it began at her crown, washing over her like a warming wave. She stood slowly, each movement of her body carefully planned. The blood on her body was forgotten, the aches and pains pushed away. The creature seemed surprised, shocked even, that she was able to fight its terrible magic. A high-pitched scream, a war cry so powerful it seemed the world fell silent for a time to listen, issued from her throat. It changed as her body did, a human scream transitioning to a roar, and then ending on a low, canine growl. She shot forward, agile and determined in her Fyren form. Ammit reared, her own lion-like claws raking across Birch's face, but exposing a tender underside. Blinking away the blood, Birch dashed beneath the creature's defenses, ripping at every part she could reach with claws and teeth. The beast fell to all fours again, landing on Birch's feline ribs so hard she felt a few give way, but Birch was beyond pain now, beyond reasonable thought. She rolled out from beneath Ammit's paws and circled her, growling low in her throat. Ammit charged again, pushing forward on heavy hippo-like legs, but this time Birch was ready. She leapt at the last possible second, landing atop Ammit's back and digging her claws into the lion-like portion of the creature while her sharp teeth savaged again any part she could find. Ammit squealed in pain, dancing around and around in an effort to dislodge her attacker. Finally she tossed Birch off, and the Fyren hit the ground hard. |
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