Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Mazikeen’s flesh gives beneath its claws, but the fur of the direwolf she wears is thick protection against the Curse’s teeth at her throat. She swings her head toward him, and the hard outer edge of her near horn knocks against its head just before she shrinks beneath him.
The small shape confuses it, but before it can back away to reconsider, she’s a white snake. Her body winds around its neck like a thick white rope, and the Curse hisses a long breath out of Gale’s mouth.
It prefers its victims to cave quickly, but it’s always known that Mazikeen would not be that type. Nevertheless, her continued efforts are putting a damper on its plans, and her ability to outwit it never grows less irritating. She might even be able to outfight it were it not for the Curse’s - for Gale’s - other abilities.
The Curse is not sure it even needs oxygen, but the edge’s of Gale’s vision are growing disturbingly hazy. It still needs this host, so as delightful as it would be to let Mazikeen kill her lover, the Curse frees itself instead.
It goes larger, impossibly large for this far inland. Gale’s body is already gasping for breath, so the struggles of the whale shark his body so briefly becomes is little different. It is sure that Mazikeen will have released it rather than risk being torn apart by its expanding body, and as soon as it has shifted back to the blue and white leopard it finds her.
Once more it goes for her throat, teeth and claws flashing.
@[Mazikeen]
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Gale
