Noctisardor Bypass somiyon

as her teeth caught a frenzied wing, the pair stepped abruptly backwards together— instinct driving their synchronization more than anything, but witch thought it to be their magickal link as densisters. almost as strong as the link she shared with druid. as the fowl's beak met her brow (her hold on its wing proved to be far too close to its head), the pale child released it from her jaws as she yelped, tasting its dusty, oily feathers on her tongue.

it mattered not; heda let it go, too, and as it floundered on the water's surface to regain its bearing, the hunter lunged and found purchase once more. this time, it was not so easy to see where her densister gripped it, amidst flapping wings and scrambling limbs. witch watched it hesitantly, not wanting to open herself to its beak again.

after a moment's consideration, wing seemed to be the best option, beak or not— and witch lunged, too, seeking to break a wing between her fresh molars.