Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

There was a moment of triumph for Wing, as the bear roared in agony and confusion, as the teeth of many wolves sunk firmly into its flesh and fur, and its blood flowed in the same fury with which it had been drawn.

Then there was only the feeling of being wrenched from the bear’s hind leg with such force that it left her breathless, weightless, senseless. The girl was flung aside like spittle from the dewlap of a beastly dog. Her battered body skidded to a halt, not far, and instinctively she jumped back to her feet with a snarl, spry and prepared to rejoin the fray.

But there was something like a lick of lightning catching her in place – a sharp, torturous pain. It radiated from her right hip, up towards her spine, and Wing turned to discover the source for the hitch in her step. The sight of the slashes didn’t register as meaningful to her wild eyes. She stumbled forward, yelping as the injury prevented her from giving chase to the now fleeing bear.

Blood warmed her hind leg. She felt a rush of dizziness as she tried to focus on something, anything in the chaotic aftermath. The image of Erzulie’s shattered body in the distance filled her mind, swelling to the edges of her thoughts until she could see nothing else.

Wing buckled from shock and bloodloss. Her hindquarters sagged to the ground, while she kept the front half of her body pressed upwards, racing with adrenaline, still prepared to fight. She panted, staring blankly towards the too-still ruby.