Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

there were two things the demon did not expect; the harpy at his back, and the sudden retaliation of laurel. he had taken her complicity for granted — every time he had taken her, she had never once fought against him. laurel was so deeply held under his thumb that iliksis did not consider the unlikely — that at some point, the lamb would turn lion.

she came at him in a swarthy swing, her fangs bared. iliksis might have had a chance to dodge laurel’s snarling teeth, were it not for the savage little red thing at his back. he pulled away and was blocked immediately, inadvertently, by indra’s form.

with a wide eyed grimace iliksis attempted to cut laurel down, to show her the place only place she belonged was pinned beneath him.

he never had the chance.

laurel’s teeth clamped tight to his raised throat. iliksis reared back like a startled colt, aware distantly of the grim fate he had just sealed.

his throat, tight and stinging with pain, suddenly constricted as teeth clamped around it. there was a sickening pressure within him as laurel’s fangs punctured the thin membrane beneath his fur — letting loose a strangled wheeze of terror.


the beast’s dull eyes bulged. for the first time in iliksis’ life, there was an edge of light to them — a gleaming panic that set his skin crawling. no, he snarl-wheezed against his captor as indra beat behind him, feeling raw pain claw between his skin. his breath took on a rattling susurration. indra’s teeth sank deep into his haunch and extracted a startling vision of scarlet liquid -- liquid that thickly matted his fur and strung in shimmering droplets from his hide. yet iliksis was not aware of her, or the agony she caused as she undid him — he was only aware then of the sickening, heavy blood that bubbled in gurgling gasps from his throat, slick as red rubies.

he was aware, all too keenly, of the laboring of his breaths, unable to draw forth oxygen as blood murmured and pulsed from his throat and settled thick in his lungs.

strangled and desperate, the incubus threw himself against laurel in a final stand, a shimmering arc of blood cascading in thrumming rivulets behind him.