there's fire in your blood
 | She has changed so much and it can all be summed up in one desire - she does not want to die. She had long assumed that she would. That killing Gale would be her final act and that was fine, it would have been a worthy way to meet her end if she had succeeded in that one task.
But now Mazikeen wants to live. She no longer feels the same curiosity to see if there is a limit to how many times she can die and come back. For almost a year she’s managed to not replace the injuries that had marked her with grey scars that nearly overtook the white and black of her coat. It feels good to live, to have the pieces of her family she had not managed to shatter completely.
She wants a long life with those she loves.
And this fact changes her tactic when fighting - there is less carelessness than there has been before.
Less, not none. Because she does put herself in a position where she is tumbling off of the cliff with Gale, his teeth sunk into her foreleg as she tries to sink her claws into any part of his skin she can reach as they spin. The rocks that she expects become water, and she fears sinking for only a moment before it changes once again into a field of snow.
When Gale darts forwards, she alters her shift - becoming a wyvern instead of a dragon so that there is no foreleg there for him to grasp as it becomes part of the limbs creating a pair of great wings. The membrane of the left is sliced by the end of his knife-tail while her right wing swings in an attempt to slam into his head or neck before he can pull back from trying to bite at the foreleg that no longer exists.
Shifting the injury is painful and her teeth grit as she keeps her footing on the white snow, a snarl escaping her through them. Though threats and thoughts churn in her mind she does not speak any of them out loud. She does not tell him that though she is not enjoying this, she looks forward to the peace she likes to think she will feel once he is finally dead.
Instead of speaking, she is quick to strike in retaliation. Her jaws open as her wyvern neck moves like a viper's, trying to snag her teeth on his neck and tear into it.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Gale
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