Silent as the encroachment of night. She has been running for days, wings to broken to fly. Her spirit crushed, cornered in a canyon, she has turned to fight.
She has trouble turning in the narrow, rocky confines. Her scales scrape against stone until she is facing him. Her head dips low, breathing in to unleash a Shout.
They Are Wrong.
Flame roaring from her open maw, billowing out and flickering around his skin. It has little effect even thought the heat would burn a man's flesh from his body in seconds. He charges through it, axe already sweeping up.
He hesitated once, long ago. He gave them a chance for redemption, but they chose to ignore his Thu'um. He will not falter again.
With a sickening crunch, it drives into her jaw. The weight of the blow forces her mouth shut. He pulls his axe out, spinning in a circle and then driving it into the side of her head, cutting through her skull. Momentum swings her entire body to the side, slamming it against the canyon.
She dies with scarcely a fight.
I Am Not A Beast.
Cold winds, ethereal and ancient whip around him, piercing his skin. He can't hold back the small groan the slips from his chapped lips. Her body burns until nothing is left but bleached bone.
I Am Thousands Of Them.
(This prompt interested me, so now you get...whatever this is.)
A Thousand Beasts 1/1
Silent as the encroachment of night. She has been running for days, wings to broken to fly. Her spirit crushed, cornered in a canyon, she has turned to fight.
She has trouble turning in the narrow, rocky confines. Her scales scrape against stone until she is facing him. Her head dips low, breathing in to unleash a Shout.
They Are Wrong.
Flame roaring from her open maw, billowing out and flickering around his skin. It has little effect even thought the heat would burn a man's flesh from his body in seconds. He charges through it, axe already sweeping up.
He hesitated once, long ago. He gave them a chance for redemption, but they chose to ignore his Thu'um. He will not falter again.
With a sickening crunch, it drives into her jaw. The weight of the blow forces her mouth shut. He pulls his axe out, spinning in a circle and then driving it into the side of her head, cutting through her skull. Momentum swings her entire body to the side, slamming it against the canyon.
She dies with scarcely a fight.
I Am Not A Beast.
Cold winds, ethereal and ancient whip around him, piercing his skin. He can't hold back the small groan the slips from his chapped lips. Her body burns until nothing is left but bleached bone.
I Am Thousands Of Them.
(This prompt interested me, so now you get...whatever this is.)