Black Morass great fall

visibility @Ione @Theissor

a blur of muscle and claws barrels toward him.

the impact is brutal—teeth snap, claws rake, the weight of the beast slamming into his side, sending them both rolling through the mud.

pain rips through him.

the cougar shrieks, twisting, claws tearing into his ribs, shredding through thick pelt. kóvictus does not let go. he wrenches his head. the fight ends when it flees. all can be heard is the raging dominus' battle cry, a last sounding trumpet against the dawn sky.

there is sharp pain in his underside. kóvictus ignores it. it is nothing. ignorant to the bleeding from the inside. he stumbles some ways, pushing through his morass, as minutes pass. dizzying, delirious as he goes.