04-22-2020, 10:40 PM
cRess
It takes only moments to provoke the stranger to attack, and Cress reels back in surprise as he lunges for her face. His reptilian fangs snap shut mere inches from her eyes and she looses a burst of fire from her throat, hoping to bathe him in flames. He talks of breaking her and she attempts to maneuver herself away from him, but the dragon is too swift for her to avoid.
His talons grab ahold of the base of her wings as he rears up, and he slams her to the ground with seemingly no effort. She screeches as the breath is torn from her lungs and her face is pressed into the dirt, even as she knows that there is no one around who could help her. She had stupidly taunted the boy into attacking her, and there is no coming back from this - just as she had made her resolution to live, life is going to be torn from her grasp yet again. She cringes as his claws dig into her shoulder, but the real pain comes when he takes her muzzle in his jaws, cutting off any nose she would try to make.
She whimpers as the blood begins to flow where his talons and teeth dig into her, and a muffled sob escapes as his hind legs thrash, tearing at her sides and hips. It is only when he thrusts himself inside of her that she truly realizes what is happening, and she finds herself disappearing into herself as he releases her mouth and grunts his pleasure. She finds herself far away, imagining her children’s faces, and the pride that had glowed on her father’s face when she first introduced him to Ravine. She thinks of Missy and Remmy, of the loner Barebone, of the inseparable twins Panic and Dismay, all of the younger siblings she had grown to love and cherish.
Her mind travels to her numerous grandchildren - some she has never even met. Dawn had been pregnant the last time they spoke, when she was still queen of Pangea. They had mused upon names between them; Dawn had liked the name Darkling if he inherited his father’s powers. Her granddaughter, Isilme, had let the Cove in a time of peace, and most of her other grandchildren lived there as well.
It is her family she focuses on, the one thread that draws her back to life.
He is weak in the knees when he finally finishes and climbs off of her, but Cress remains down, with her face pressed into the dirt. Slowly she gathers her hooves under her and stands, her brown eyes barely rising high enough to see the star-marks on his face. You wouldn’t be able to tell even if I was looking at you, she thinks dully, but doesn’t dare say it to him. Blood drips from wounds all across her side, and she can taste her own blood as it runs past her lips, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to break me,” she tells him, but the defiant tone is masked with exhaustion.
Silently she begins to knit her flesh back together, but she knows that this pain will be something that never truly goes away.
@[ghaul]
infected.