[mature] instead of nowhere to land | wishbone

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Wishbone grows more hostile, and Gale’s smile broadens. No more pretending then. He laughs as she holds her ground, as she shudders but lets him press close. Her purple skin is warm in the chill autumn air, and he licks his lips as he imagines the taste of the heart that warms her as he swallows it down. The odd sensation grows stronger as he touches her. That odd tickle of unfamiliar magics, of powers he has not mastered. Gale hasn’t ever felt anything like it before. It is strong, and growing more concentrated. And then his jaw is suddenly no longer attached to his face, and white hot pain shoots through his body. By the time he has shifted to a short-faced bear, his jaw has regrown. It glows with a soft golden light that shines from within the newly grown perlino hair. Wishbone will not have much time to notice the change, because a paw nearly two feet long is suddenly swinging toward her, followed by slashing teeth. But then he’s suddenly on the ground, and she is out of reach. Bleeding heavily from where he’d clawed her at least. Gale leaps forward again, and feels his head snap back and his spine sever as he drops to the earth. The Curse snarls in pain, but snaps itself together with regenerative speed that Wishbone might recognize as a family trait. It shifts, growing so large that one of his leathery blue wings touches the water, and the Quetzalcoatlus jabs its beak directly into her chest, and rips out her heart. Her bone bending dies with her, and Gale tosses back his enormous head and swallows the flesh down his gullet. He must turn his head all the way to the side to look down at Wishbone. She is splayed out in the grass, lit by the warm light of dawn. Blood has turned the earth around her crimson, and it deepens the rich purple of her hide. She is only a few feet from the water’s edge, and that is where he leaves her. Someone will probably roll her into the healing waters when they find her, the Curse thinks as it takes to the sky. She won’t be dead for long, and he’ll need to find a more permanent way to deal with her. @Wishbone