Herbalists' Cache wind lance

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he prepared himself for death. agony had paled to grey; bloodloss crowded sun eater with mist. in his teeth, gjalla fought for her life as he had wanted, repelling him with each lifebound wrench of her teeth. his tongue pressed once, twice to the flare of her pulse.

they trembled with mutual effort, collaborating in feral clash with flared teeth and eyes that burnt the sky to cinders.

her gambit was true. he caught himself and in that shift of focus, gjalla tore aside.

sun eater tottered there, drawing gasps of air that did little to assuage his anguish, and thought it meant tearing the exposed muscle further, he chased.

he ran, blinded with adrenaline; he ran, marred with a horrid rage. not far. and not long. enough to spill his blood a long trail in the snow, to shout, "you marked, gjalla! marked for death!" 

head down, he stood in the plains, sides heaving, head filled with clouds; on automated yield, sun eater turned and began to stumble clumsily back toward the snow shelter blurred in the distance.