Dawnlark Plains XV

it had stopped being running, walking, or even limping, and descended to stumbling as her own drool clogged her airways and the charging bull swam in her vision.

when its head dove, she had only the strength left to feebly throw herself away from the horns - an action taken in vain.

she had the time to in a pain-free world think; damn, what a way to go.

the tip gored her, piercing a fat neck wrinkle - but the horn likewise got under the links of her chain necklace.

so it happened that when the bison raised its head to throw her away, diesed choked and dangled, desperately reaching for support, but now bound to the bison's massive head, weighting it down, confusing the bull.

it seemed that in the flurry of different agonies and sources of mad anger it was now subject to, it didn't even feel the wolf reach its throat.