Her equine self was a distant memory. There was nothing left but an insatiable need for bloodshed and a vengeance so strong her skull felt ready to split. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, Eights pulse thrummed in her ears. There was a massive dose of sensory overload and even her reptilian brain was struggling to keep up. Soon the scent of spilled blood added to the intoxicating bouquet.
Screaming, she struggled for purchase on Eights armored flesh. The large claws on her toes dug deeper, allowing her to climb up the much larger reptiles flesh. It was almost easy, and had she been anywhere near her right mind she might have laughed at the overall ease of what she was doing. She was the perfect predator now, and that realization ran hot through her veins. That overwhelming sense of power and strength fueled her on farther and her teeth snapped at any and all flesh near her mouth. Blood flowed freely over her tongue, enough to make her drunk, not enough to satiate her. But Eight was an ancient magician and as such his strength was enough to make hers laughable. Compared to him she was nothing but a fly, while he was the magnificent lion feasting at the kill. Screaming his own scream he turned on her, and the moment his teeth split her flesh brought her crashing to earth. Eventually, at least. At first it angered her and she fought with a new passion, but he was too much and too strong. While she certainly had an iron-clad will, he had hundreds of pounds, years, and teeth on her. Screeching, she scrambled onto his back. Blood streamed from numerous cuts and slashes. She was panting heavily, her reptilian brain begging both for retreat and retaliation. The horse side of her pleaded for the case of retreat, knowing that anything else would lead to a very untimely death.
Thankfully, the pain seemed to be enough to tamp down bloodlust. As the pain washed over her in heavy waves, she found her mind clearing. Like a blanket of fog lifting from the tree tops, the haziness of Raptor mentality was lifting from her mind. Though she remained in her alternate form, her mind was becoming her own once more. Opening her snout she let loose several barks and chirps before leaping down from Eights armored back. Looking up at him she barked again and tilted her head, hoping he would understand. And then she remembered that she had other means of communication. That bit of her psyche had also apparently been lost in the effort to thwart what the Raptor viewed as a threat. “E.e..Eight?” she said tentatively, and even her mind voice was hoarse despite it not being used to perform the Raptors vocals. “Why would the kingdom give this to me? This is uncontrollable…” She hated that she sounded weak, loathed being vulnerable. But she did not shift back, and as her breathing slowed she found herself in somewhat more control.
topsail
I was in the darkness, so the darkness I became