09-13-2020, 08:30 PM
ciara
She comes up from her den at the scent of smoke, confused and uneasy. Loess burns before her with its inhabitants fleeing this way and that. Khuma allows her scales to bloom across her body while her fangs erupt. Though she has never cared for war or fighting, she will not let the attack go unanswered. The thing with no eyes is covered in dragon scales, however. Her teeth will not find purchase there.
She turns her gaze to another, instead. He linger just ahead with no armor and seemingly uninhabited by his own mind. Khuma ducks when his undead monsters come shambling into Loess, though one manages to swipe its claws across her shoulder. She sucks in a breath and hurries from it, closer to their master. The serpent woman spreads her jaws open wide as she rushes forward to take him by the throat.
But there is a younger, stronger predator lying in wait.
Ciara springs from her hiding place with her talons and her teeth bared. There is just enough time for Khuma’s wild green eyes to stare into that glowing mouth as it closes shut on her face. Anaxarete had often commented on how her daughter often took her time killing things and today is no different. She drags the elder mare to the ground and presses her claws to Khuma’s throat.
“Weak,” Ciara rasps, embers churning from her throat. She tugs Khuma’s mouth open then to admire all the viper teeth glimmering there. And then she lowers her head to fill that same mouth with fire while the former queen screams and writhes. The Pangean girl fights to keep her still enough, but the battle is over quickly. The serpent goes still while the smoke rises from her charred throat.
Ciara brings her pink gaze up to Stave then with a nod. “Safe,” she promises.
She turns her gaze to another, instead. He linger just ahead with no armor and seemingly uninhabited by his own mind. Khuma ducks when his undead monsters come shambling into Loess, though one manages to swipe its claws across her shoulder. She sucks in a breath and hurries from it, closer to their master. The serpent woman spreads her jaws open wide as she rushes forward to take him by the throat.
But there is a younger, stronger predator lying in wait.
Ciara springs from her hiding place with her talons and her teeth bared. There is just enough time for Khuma’s wild green eyes to stare into that glowing mouth as it closes shut on her face. Anaxarete had often commented on how her daughter often took her time killing things and today is no different. She drags the elder mare to the ground and presses her claws to Khuma’s throat.
“Weak,” Ciara rasps, embers churning from her throat. She tugs Khuma’s mouth open then to admire all the viper teeth glimmering there. And then she lowers her head to fill that same mouth with fire while the former queen screams and writhes. The Pangean girl fights to keep her still enough, but the battle is over quickly. The serpent goes still while the smoke rises from her charred throat.
Ciara brings her pink gaze up to Stave then with a nod. “Safe,” she promises.
Do not go quiet, do not go careful. When he gives you his wrist, bite straight through.
khuma tried to kill @[stave] and instead she got a mouthful of fire courtesy of ciara.