Qeya River tight rope

crimson eyes flicked toward suliya as she leapt atop the beast. the bull bellowed, thrashing beneath her weight, its antlers carving wild arcs through the air.

he didn’t hesitate. unbothered by the blindness that plagued the right side of his face now, ran hot with ichor. blackfell adjusted his stance, pushing against the earth to launch himself forward.

he wrenched his head violently, tearing through muscle and sinew, his strength and weight bearing down as the beast staggered. powerful legs beginning to buckle.

slowly, but surely. a powerful beast, pinnacle of his species, struggling to grind through the sleet as blood soaks his thick hide and wolves cling to him like thick ticks.