The Sunspire iiii. i've been broken
Private  June 06, 2019, 07:55 PM
Lone Wolves

@Llyr so I know you were gonna post something for them today but I was just too amped for this plot, sorry! (And I hope you're okay with being pulled into it) @Vengeance slight PP of him having already injured her, I can edit though if need be :)

blip she would have seemed to passerby, a shadowed wraith flitting by - gone before your periphereals could process what'd been seen. But there was no passerby, no help to be found. 

Her lungs screamed, her breath harsh as it tore through her chest with each forceful expand. Her limbs quivered, burned, threatening collapse at any second. She was losing speed, losing this race and to falter meant death. 

The fallen heiress dared not look back for fear that he would be at her heels, slavering yellow jaws reaching open-wide and terrible to close around her ankle. She need not; she could feel him behind her somewhere - a demon twice, thrice, her size, a beast disguised in wolf flesh. 

Loose stone slid underfoot, paws scrabbling as new terror lanced through her body electrifyingly - Rhælla launched from the gravel-strewn earth with a sound that was half sob, half snarl. 

I did not survive Lucavon to die like this. 

It was this that gave her a second wind, forcing through the pain as her wearied legs tore into the soil, knowing he had to be tiring as well. 

Her ear flopped sickeningly with each stride, half torn off and gushing crimson onto the constellations of her nape. It was enough to roil her stomach but such a luxury as vomiting would have to wait; only one thought prevailed above all else: escape.

It screamed from the marrow of her bones, the roots of her teeth, the pit of her very being: run, escape, survive. 

A last effort was expended as she flew on weakening wings: a breathy howl of panic, half-screamed.
June 11, 2019, 07:40 PM
Lone Wolves

blink and you will miss her.

she was a fleeting shadow, a blur through the grasses. were it not for llyr’s observant nature she would’ve flew past him without his knowledge. the day was uneventful and at that point the crowborn welcomed life’s unpredictability. and life surely provided him with some excitement.

she flew towards him like a bat out of hell. there was nothing pursuing her from what he saw and yet she seemed to be running for her life. llyr kept an eye on her even after she sped past, both amused and concerned.

it was not long before the girl tripped over herself. llyr ran towards her without much of a thought. he was curious to know what happened to her. old habits and all that.

as he neared her, llyr took one last look at the surroundings. there was not a soul on these mountains other than the two of them. what ails you? he asks.
June 11, 2019, 08:00 PM
Lone Wolves

Start she would as the white spirit materialized to her side, skidding to a halt and dark crown tipping back, back, back to find him with a wildened lilac orb - there you are. 

There was no shame to the way she pressed into his shadow, only desperation, trembling, peering over the apex of his snow-capped shoulder for sign of the beast. "Please, ser," she rasped, whispered fervently (though he could not have been much older than she, what else could he be but a white knight come to her aid?), "he will kill me." Hurt me, in the worst of ways, were the words she could not utter - remaining eye sheened with terror and beseeching him with the petrification she could not word.

Press closer against his side she did, ashiver with horror - vaguely nervous her nearness would offend but unable to draw away.

"Even princesses and she-wolves bleed."
"Common." "Lirean."
June 12, 2019, 10:36 PM

Love it when they ran. Hated it when they ran. For one such as himself, speed was not something that he was blessed with. Ruthless, unrelenting strength, and endurance, that was his forte. As she ran, he followed. At a slower pace, shoulders rolling under the earthen cloak. Steadily he caught up to her, in due time she would tire as he followed... Unlike most he found out here, she was a loner. He didn't have to worry about a pack just a howl away. She was alone.

Soon enough his bloodthirsty gaze fell upon her once again, the deep night pelt that shimered like the stars - and another. A male dressed in white. Forcing air through his nostrils, he was less than pleased... but even if it came down to a fight - he didn't think she would be a problem. Perhaps too afraid to assist the strange male in fending off her attacker. 

Standing at a short distance away, he stopped his journey toward his prey.. the woman, and waited. Tail flickering behind him every so often as it breathed life into his still form. What was this male going to do with a damsel in distress. Was she worth his time to save? His efforts, his flesh. If Vengeance was lucky he would turn a blind eye to the situation and go on his merry way, forget all he saw, ignore all that he may hear transpire in the distance... as Vengeance practiced his desires upon the female.

romanian speech - hover for translation
(it's a google translate, be gentle pls)