let my shadows prove the sunshine
Blood sprays across the bright shoots of the green meadow grasses, staining the boulder they had once lounged with ruby drops. The sound of the male lion’s roars and yowls are shattering across the landscape, vibrating against trees and rock on an otherwise peaceful day. The world will know his rage, his anger. It’s not so much now the way the other tears into his flesh or seems to smile beneath his power and strength, but the threat of losing conciousness as his dark eyes flash from black to blue.
The familiar feeling of Svedka’s consciousness rattles through him desperately; it is something that is just as physical as it is emotional. It’s enough for the male lion to pause in his frenzy, finding his eyesight going blind as he falters in between two minds. The snarl on the black-lined lips, covered in fresh blood, is not for her. No, it is for the man that is stuck beneath, that so desperately attempts to break into the surface.
It’s in this moment that she slices into him more than he would have allowed; he screams in pain as she goes for him again and again, bringing more bright red blood spilling onto the tawny gold of his shoulders and neck. Black eyes flash to face her once again, not a shred of blue in their irises as he attempts to defend himself from her attack, using his brute strength to weaken the blows.
Then, when the lion’s eyes flash blue one more time, the lion suddenly changes his mind.
With a resounding and unfulfilled roar, he turns on his haunches to dash away from her completely - he would rather lose this battle than give up his control over his body.
So he leaves her there, the smell of blood tinging the meadow.
svedka
@[Vastra]