03-23-2023, 10:31 PM
S E V E R E
She likes betting on which they are going to choose—fight or run.
She’s learned that it’s difficult to predict, and that first impressions can often be wrong when their life is on the line. There is really no telling whether someone is going to choose to flee or turn to fight, though she supposes when the enemy is invisible (a little bit of cheating on her part, she must admit, but fairness has never been a priority for her) that makes it rather difficult to fight.
The thoughts seem to flash across the other mare’s face: when her wings move as if to fly, and then taking into account the networking of branches up ahead, and, finally, the decision to run.
The shadows that had concealed Severe fall away now, revealing the uncanny glow of her silver eyes, and the kudu horns that twist from her head. She is nearly entirely equine in shape, save for the fact that she is covered in black scales, and the spade-shaped tail that now flicks in anticipation behind her. She was never worried about the mare seeing who she is—she doesn’t plan on letting her live, after all—and also it’s less fun to finish a kill without at least someone (even if they’re going to die) witnessing you do it.
She sends out a wall of darkness that envelopes the entire area, effectively blinding them both, and she uses her prey’s frantic thoughts as a way to track her movement (which will, she assumes, become slower and less certain now that she can’t see). Tightening her hold on the shadows she forces them closer to the pale pink mare, until they are almost a physical thing pressing against her, on her, around her.
She could suffocate her with shadows—send darkness down into her lungs until she drowns on it—or disintegrate her heart inside of her chest, but tonight Severe opts for something brighter, and something she doesn’t use as often as the others.
Opening her mouth, she sends out a stream of fire, the orange flames lighting up the dark.
She’s learned that it’s difficult to predict, and that first impressions can often be wrong when their life is on the line. There is really no telling whether someone is going to choose to flee or turn to fight, though she supposes when the enemy is invisible (a little bit of cheating on her part, she must admit, but fairness has never been a priority for her) that makes it rather difficult to fight.
The thoughts seem to flash across the other mare’s face: when her wings move as if to fly, and then taking into account the networking of branches up ahead, and, finally, the decision to run.
The shadows that had concealed Severe fall away now, revealing the uncanny glow of her silver eyes, and the kudu horns that twist from her head. She is nearly entirely equine in shape, save for the fact that she is covered in black scales, and the spade-shaped tail that now flicks in anticipation behind her. She was never worried about the mare seeing who she is—she doesn’t plan on letting her live, after all—and also it’s less fun to finish a kill without at least someone (even if they’re going to die) witnessing you do it.
She sends out a wall of darkness that envelopes the entire area, effectively blinding them both, and she uses her prey’s frantic thoughts as a way to track her movement (which will, she assumes, become slower and less certain now that she can’t see). Tightening her hold on the shadows she forces them closer to the pale pink mare, until they are almost a physical thing pressing against her, on her, around her.
She could suffocate her with shadows—send darkness down into her lungs until she drowns on it—or disintegrate her heart inside of her chest, but tonight Severe opts for something brighter, and something she doesn’t use as often as the others.
Opening her mouth, she sends out a stream of fire, the orange flames lighting up the dark.
INNOCENCE DIED SCREAMING, HONEY, ASK ME, I SHOULD KNOW
@Apothica
totally up to you on if she gets burnt/how burnt she gets. i was thinking either the pressing darkness or the fire or both would work lmao