06-26-2021, 12:10 PM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
Wishbone knows what she’s getting herself into the moment she pulls on his jaw. She’s seen the twins’ capabilities, and she knows their shifting doesn’t come from Mazikeen alone. It’s why she isn’t surprised when Gale’s body shifts from a horse to a massive bear, even when it’s a bear she’s never seen before. She isn’t afraid either; out of all the times she’s died, this one might be the most important. She’ll refuse to answer his questions about Sickle and Malik this time, and every other time he might come back and kill her.
She grits her teeth as the large paw slashes across her chest, refusing to give him any satisfaction in the pain that blossoms across her purple skin. Instead, Wishbone focuses her energy on one of the bear’s hind legs, snapping the leg so he falls to the ground. Blood is already gushing from her chest, but she’s too focused on Gale to notice it.
When he lurches forward again, she flares her nostrils and laces her ears further against her skull. At the same time, she snaps his neck and lower spine, nerves dying instantly as his vertebrae crumble. Wishbone smiles at the Curse’s painful snarl, and it’s a smile that she’s rarely worn. It’s one full of mockery and dark pleasure. How many times had she wanted to hurt the Curse when it had been Longclaw?
She knows what’s coming when she hears the sickening crunch of bones knitting themselves together. And when Gale’s body stretches to become the bird, Wishbone raises her chin proudly. She’ll have lost this time, but the Curse didn’t get what it wanted either. She cries out throatily when the beak penetrates her chest and she feels her heart tear away from its place in her ribcage. She crumbles onto the blood-stained grass, feeling her lifeblood and energy fade nearly instantly.
Wishbone wants to remind him that he didn’t truly win, that he didn’t get what he wanted today, but the words die on her lips. And as the bird takes flight, bending trees with the air pushed from its wide wings, Wishbone’s body splinters apart and reforms — becoming much the same as it had before, but with a bright glowing scar jaggedly etched across her chest.
She grits her teeth as the large paw slashes across her chest, refusing to give him any satisfaction in the pain that blossoms across her purple skin. Instead, Wishbone focuses her energy on one of the bear’s hind legs, snapping the leg so he falls to the ground. Blood is already gushing from her chest, but she’s too focused on Gale to notice it.
When he lurches forward again, she flares her nostrils and laces her ears further against her skull. At the same time, she snaps his neck and lower spine, nerves dying instantly as his vertebrae crumble. Wishbone smiles at the Curse’s painful snarl, and it’s a smile that she’s rarely worn. It’s one full of mockery and dark pleasure. How many times had she wanted to hurt the Curse when it had been Longclaw?
She knows what’s coming when she hears the sickening crunch of bones knitting themselves together. And when Gale’s body stretches to become the bird, Wishbone raises her chin proudly. She’ll have lost this time, but the Curse didn’t get what it wanted either. She cries out throatily when the beak penetrates her chest and she feels her heart tear away from its place in her ribcage. She crumbles onto the blood-stained grass, feeling her lifeblood and energy fade nearly instantly.
Wishbone wants to remind him that he didn’t truly win, that he didn’t get what he wanted today, but the words die on her lips. And as the bird takes flight, bending trees with the air pushed from its wide wings, Wishbone’s body splinters apart and reforms — becoming much the same as it had before, but with a bright glowing scar jaggedly etched across her chest.
@Gale