Overture Downs Let's raise some hell, shall we?

the cat was a whirl of hellish fury, swiping with fierce claws that raked flesh to ruin. she had been flung aside and shouldered by the beast, which reacted with such athletic cunning indra could not keep up.

and then, after a flurry of scything strikes, the beast was gone -- leaving the three of them to inspect their own disasters. indra first made sure nunataq was alright -- the girl had already come to her flank and stared, likely sharing the same disbelief as indra.

every part of her wanted then to rush to stigmata, to nose him and make sure he was not grievously wounded -- but like an animal that had been struck too many times by its master, indra was wary. she lowered her head and while her eyes were rimmed with concern, her posture was tense and distant.

she would not forget he was the reason the two of them were still alive, and still breathing -- but the old wounds were not so quick to heal, and indra happened to be a stubborn old bitch.

"are you alright?" her voice finally punctuated the darkness, and while there was no indifference at all in her words, they were strained with dark emotion.