Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

teo, i'd like wing to have claw marks from this. dealer's choice of where he hits her (choose one): shoulder, ribs, flank, or hip. surprise me!

Yowls of mourning washed over the cliffs of Sapphique like a tidal wave, crushing and drowning all beneath its wake. Cherub’s Wing of Honor did not recognize Erzulie’s agonized voice, and she stilled in her sleeping place, frozen by an aching dread.

Only the sounding alarm, warning them all of the bear – the bear! – at their border, drew the girl from her petrification.

She scrambled, flying towards the fray. But Wing did not know the territory well enough. The very land at her feet seemed to rise against her, keeping her from getting there fast enough. As dismay filled her like boiling water in a teakettle, she thought of Mireille. Of Erzulie. Those who she owed her life to. Her heart pounded, roared in her ears, furious at every detour, every redirection that delayed her arrival.

And when she did arrive it was utter chaos. She had come up behind the bear, watching in horror as he lashed out towards the crowd of gems that had assembled against him.

No, no, no!

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. There was no organization, no plan. They had not practiced, they had not coordinated, and it showed in the pell-mell attacks at the godlike bear, who swung its massive paws and sought to crush – NO! Not Erzulie!

All thoughts became blank, empty, vacuous space in that moment. Even though she knew better, she streaked forward, white-hot as a flame, and opened her mouth to receive the bear’s hind end between maddened, razored teeth. She aimed for a leg, but she would take whatever came first.