Blackfeather Woods it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

Vague and fading with permission.

At first, she doesn’t notice the latch on her mind, focused solely on Cicero as he begins to close the distance too. They collide, and she surges forward at once and begins her onslaught of bites and tears where she can. She does not react to what damage he gets in on her, fighting through the pain with adrenaline pumping through her ears. It speeds up the effects of the spores to all at once and her eyes widened, uncertain to what she sees.

The scrawny male morphs, becomes larger. His teeth elongate and her ears fall back. She glances to either side of her warriors, fighting alongside to see if they see the same thing, but she doesn’t hesitate a moment longer. She commands them in her native tongue, unable to decipher the distinction in the moment, but both of them get the hint and fall back, leaving a broken and battered demon behind.