 Celina is aware of her father leaving his perch, but she is determined to bring Elio down without his assistance.
Wolfbane doesn’t join the fray, and Celina is able to draw first blood. Her jaws snap shut on the tender skin of her brother’s muzzle, the teeth and pressure of her crocodilian mouth making it difficult for him to pull away. That he manages to do so is testament to his pain tolerance, though Celina does not let herself admire it. The blood that drips from the end of her mouth is crimson against her white and silver scales, and her green eyes dart hungrily along the ground to find where he’s gone. There is no beat of wings to suggest he’s taken off and…yes! There, closer to the edge of the woods. He’s simply backed up.
“Coward!”She taunts her invisible sibling. “You can’t even face us. You’d rather hide behind a child’s trick!” There is the shuffle of earth and a moving body, and though Celina knows better to lunge when it might be into battering hooves, she inches closer, closer. If Dad doesn’t want her to bloody him, surely he’ll call her off, Celina thinks.
That she might not heed the warning doesn’t even occur to her.
She’s tasted her own blood before, and her father’s on a few occasions, but she’s never drawn another’s. There is a faint sourness to it, the kelpie in her warning her away from a near relation, but she has spent the past two-years running feral and waiting for a chance to prove herself to her father. This is it, she thinks as she hears the thud of feet moving deeper into the woods, this is her chance.
Unaware if Wolfbane follows them, Celina races after her brother.
She knows what to look for when an invisible horse flees from her – Elio had taught her during their countless games of tag as children. She knows him well, and keeps pace even through the tight woods. The downside to her knowledge of Elio is that he has the same advantage over her, and he veers toward fallen logs and debris to leap over in an effort to shake her off. He must remember that she does not like jumping. If she were not struggling to pace her breathing, she might have cursed him.
Celina is not a pursuit predator, and is breathing hard by the time they reach the clearing. She looks to her left and right, hopeful that Wolfbane has followed them as they barreled through the thick woods, but whether she finds him or not, she calls out to her brother. He is somewhere in this flat place, she knows, she can smell him. The scent of blood has faded, and she knows he has healed himself.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” She calls in a singsong voice. Celina runs her pink tongue along the pointed edges of her teeth, licking away the blood as she raises and lowers her wings. If he takes to the sky, she means to be ready to follow, despite her low odds in an aerial battle
@[Wolfbane]
@[elio]
celina
i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type
make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type
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