Stone Circle push play, stop, rewind

OOC permission was given to PP Leta <3 editing with Steph’s roll in tabletop! 

in this moment of chaos, the siren queen was in her element. upheaval.. pain..  misery.. revenge.. it was all hers to control and exact.

she pounced upon the errant girl like some hellbent mongoose, seizing in her jaws with a rough and callous click.

she felt the breath of the mother upon her, but caiaphas was fleet of foot and a masterful warrior; she dragged the girl with a rough lunge to the side, just enough that valette’s teeth sank into the siren’s thin hide. like needles, they pierced through skin and staggered caiaphas’ trajectory — yet the force of her momentum kept her staggering forward, and she and her cargo broke free with a sickening rip of flesh that laid bare the already thin patchwork of caiaphas’ heavily scarred neck.

pain resonated through her, and adrenaline set to a high shrill pulse in her skull — but caiaphas knew she could not stray her course.

out of her periphery she saw that two other wolves approached; one a dark and unrelenting male, the other a thin bullet of red. caiaphas had not lived this long by luck alone — she knew if she waited much longer, she would be soon ripped to shreds.

with a forceful push of her hindquarters the siren launched into motion, her neck stiff and inverted with leta carried in her mouth. the wolves were hot on her heels, and caiaphas slowed only to execute a brutal shake of her jaws, executing the shake with such tremendous force that only one consequence was possible: the snap of leta’s vulnerable little spine.

she shook with terrific force until the girl’s body was limp, and then she flung aside her useless victim right into merrit’s trajectory —  hopefully confounding him and setting into motion her attempt to escape.

no sooner had she released the child did another wolf come unseen from the shrublands. she rammed into caiaphas with colossal force, a hit that sent caiaphas reeling and splayfooted for balance. her teeth sunk deep into the thin flesh of her rib cage, and a bloom of crimson bled from under the siren’s pale fur. wheezing and wounded, caiaphas continued to lurch away at a juggernaut pace, knowing now if she was to survive she better make her leave quickly. 

that was caiaphas’ vengeance: not abduction — but the untimely demise of a child so valette could personally feel the keen edge of grief, and know what she had sentenced caiaphas and her brood to suffer.