Stone Circle I'm just so alone

cut here, cut there --

the duo danced a dance as old and as violent as the dawn. blood rose to her vision, clouding her sightlines.

he cut, she parried, she cut, he parried -- a rueful glare as she watched her first strike miss its landing.

derg swung again and she was too slow. his teeth sunk into her skin. into her neck. cognizant of her sure demise if she did not fight tooth and nail then (what had she been doing, all of this time?) astara retaliated violently with a lunge for his chest -- only in that moment to be seized by the man beyond and

fuck

torn into like a pack of savage, starving dogs --

pain in every corner

agony in every orifice

senses diluted then by panic, which roared in her ears louder than her lungs could have ever done, that if she did not escape now her rotting bones would be but another monument marking the insufferable, infuriating existence of her eternal enemies.