She had roamed a little from the Vale. She did not want to meet that wretched girl again- she prayed that she could return home and the creature would magically vanish, though she knew it would never happen. She'd have to put up with that presence- but for now at least, she would wander.
Here, she came by coincidence upon a familiar face. There was Undómiel, Andraste, someone whom she could bear and actually much liked, nose to the ground. "Andraste," she called out to her in greeting.
Star—
loam-scuffed nose takes to air; shorn lips parting against her own wishes for quietude; but it is what she sees reaching wraith and looming for the marked vagrant that has some ruinous and wrathful thing of cruel bedlam bellowing from the breast of the little and warless fée.
In the hour of this heartbeat, Andraste adores the silverchased hide, and the heft that roils heavy beneath it. Perchance her Valitúrë were near, and they would rent the very marrow from those reaching limbs; and once her littermate's coveted pearl gnawed the gristle from argent coat, the faerie queene would lie it upon the stone of her lair for when her belly grew fat with lionflesh and her brood must feast themselves the slurry of it until their drifting into a sweet and sated slumber.
And so it was that this became her heart's only desire — to relieve this beast of both.
Slavering huntress, she;
Undómiel arrows her elder's way, leaving the earth in a swiveling leap as the lioness lunges forth for the matron; seeking to land claws-first and square upon those grey and terrible shoulders.
rolled! so Maud lands on star and can tear her up! (but not too much eeek! dont want another rhode situation :P)
But she would not get to chat with Andraste today. There was a thunder that came from behind her, a thudding of heavy feet upon the ground. Curiosity and wonder would have her turned only to find the face of a beast. There was no time for her to marvel at those warm eyes, because the creature came slamming down upon her like a boulder.
Star was tackled by the silver cat, head hitting hard against the earth. She could already feel blood leaking from her cranium upon its impact with the ground. A sense of shock, pain, and total fear kept her pinned under the cat's claws. She was scarcely aware of Andraste's own bold and fearsome leap- she could only feel the blood pooling at her skull.
But she gathered up what strength she could, attempting to free herself from the beast's grip with a wild shake and laborious effort. Perhaps if Andraste could throw Maud off with her attack, then maybe Star could wiggle out to help in the battle. Hoping to assist her wild movement, she attempted to sink her teeth into the cat's ankle if she could reach it.
eeek im sorry for this post quality i get confused lmaoo :(
The cat's jaws came down upon her throat, and she could see her life flash before her eyes as the fangs touched her skin.
Oh fuck, this is it, she thought.
In that instant, the pale guardian angel soared across the sky, slamming into the side of the beast. The cat staggered, though continuing to dig its claws into Star- until it leapt backward, freeing its weapons from Star's old flesh. The woman, though wounded and dizzy, pulled her body upward as best she could, stumbling to the side to regain a balance, as blood leaked from the point of impact on her head as well as the fresh wounds in her skin. In that instant, a flash across her vision, as the creature's claws lash out upon the face of the stricken.
Oh- her leader! Star is a mere follower, and her one intent has always been to serve and provide for the people in her home, especially a leader worthy of respect. And she does not yet know Andraste as well as she would wish- but seeing the filthy cat cut into the face of Undómiel, is enough to fill her with a fire.
And in the instant that the girl digs her fangs into cat's ankle, she is batted away like a toy. A muscled yet pathetically small little toy, a snowball hurled across the ground by the strength of the beast.
Once again she struggles upward, to find Andraste throwing herself upon it's back. Tired of being a liability to the queen, she dashes forward at full speed, curving around the side and hoping to slam into the cat's ribs with her weight. If not to knock the breath out of her, considering Star's size- than at least to shake her, give her something else to worry about. And if she gets a chance, she'll bite wherever on the flank she can reach.
I'm sooo sorry for making yall wait. my bad :((
also I hope u dont mind sparxbut I think I will have star get slammed in a diff spot, just bc i dont want her losing teeth ;_;
The beast came for her. Suddenly her vision was filled by that massive paw, and all she could manage in that time was to spin around as if to dash off, if at least to avoid the breaking of jaw and skull. The paw comes down upon her side though, and the little old woman is slammed to the ground with full force. The pain courses through her like fire, burning.
The cat almost came for her again, only to whirl for Andraste. Star gathers herself up from the ground, barely able to see in the flash of motion before her. And now the queen throws herself at the cat again, intelligently focusing on a painful spot of weakness, skin lacking muscle.
Not bothering to stand and watch to see if the girl is successful, Star takes the cat's focus on the girl and uses it to her advantage (or so she hopes). With a dash like lightning, and a bold leap, she attempts to throw herself upon the creature's back. Maybe get in a bite at her shoulders or nape if she could. And if she was fiercely thrown off onto the ground, so be it. She would bruise as many times as she had to in order to rid them of the cat's terror.
Star felt a rush of satisfaction as her fangs met the nape of the beast. It wildly thrashed about, throwing her off its side with a drop to the ground. The old woman began to pull herself up again with ancient bones creaking, but in this time it seemed the combined efforts of the young and old warrior were enough. The cat took its chance to flee. And now that the rush of battle no longer coursed through her, she became excruciatingly aware of the pain. The pain in her aging muscles, the pain in places where talons had met flesh. A younger Star would've felt a sense of victory, but now all she felt was tired. Andraste encouraged them to return home, and Star nodded wordlessly, following her leader away from the bloodstained ground.