05-04-2020, 11:04 PM
Hey all you cool cats and kittens
She doesn't take the time to think. Not to think about how she is throwing herself at her death - she already knew that, what was there to think about? And not to think about the words she is saying beyond trying to make him angry - as if he is not already mad, not already furious and vengeful. And, certainly, she does not stop to think of the magician standing ready to defend Nerine and it's Queen, because she is not one, despite the mantle slung over her shoulders. She is just Neverwhere, crashing into the skinwalker like a wrecking ball, and she never stops to remember there is magic, not even when she's staring at a Curse.
The taste of his blood splashes across her tongue briefly, is gone almost as soon as she tastes it. Eyes pop and she doesn't hear them above the crashing thunder, above the wind and rain, but she feels them under her teeth, firm for a moment and then bursting, their clear gel rinsing away in the downpour. The sockets crunch, and it is only very slowly that she realizes what is happening. Every bite, every blow, flesh torn and bruised, each injury fades in the instant it happens. He's healing himself.
His canines scrape against the bone of her withers when he jerks her back. She knows it will do nothing, but she snaps at him, and the spidery arms that sprout from his body and pull her tight against him. Their claws dig and scrape at her rain-slick flesh and she, without the ability to heal herself, chokes and bleeds. The grey mud of Nerine turns rusty underneath them and none of it belongs to the shifter. By the time he is pulling himself atop her, claws criss-crossing the gouges running across her sides and flanks, she is almost too exhausted to be bewildered. ...Beloved Lilli.His voices growls at her through a fog and his blow makes her stagger beneath him. It wakes her up enough to scowl, to attempt to lunge forward and separate herself from him but those dagger-sharp claws dig deeper into her flesh, holding her in place.
So, instead, she kicks. Repeatedly, as many times as she can before he stops her from doing that too. She grits her teeth, swinging her head around as best she can to fix a blood-stained eye on the monster. Her voice is a wretched gasp.
"You've only proved me right."
A mean compensation, but she does love being right.
That bitch, Neverwhere
@[Wolfbane]
