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worldbuilder) wrote2012-10-03 12:28 am
worldbuilder) wrote2012-10-03 12:28 am
Entry tags:
Syunikiss
Canon: Luceti-verse
Characters: Prince & Syre Atries
Rating: R for gory details
"Hold on, it's gonna be okay..."
The light was fading from her eyes, and she could barely notice the red-eyed elf hovering over her. The sounds that filtered through her ears were muted, as though her ears had been plugged with cotton.
"Somebody! Somebody, help us!!"
Hands gently lifted her from the ground, revealing one horribly mangled wing, feathers torn from it and bones jutting through skin; the other was missing entirely, dried blood coating the area around where it was attached to her back.
The rest of her was barely better off; cuts and gashes covered her arms, criss-crossed her torso in vicious scarlet trails. Tearstains had long since dried on her cheeks, her eyes almost lifeless now.
Prince wondered how she managed to remain alive long enough to even make her way to the plaza, let alone move.
The sound of running, dull and rhythmic, filled the air. But by the time anyone else had arrived, it was too late.
Characters: Prince & Syre Atries
Rating: R for gory details
"Hold on, it's gonna be okay..."
The light was fading from her eyes, and she could barely notice the red-eyed elf hovering over her. The sounds that filtered through her ears were muted, as though her ears had been plugged with cotton.
"Somebody! Somebody, help us!!"
Hands gently lifted her from the ground, revealing one horribly mangled wing, feathers torn from it and bones jutting through skin; the other was missing entirely, dried blood coating the area around where it was attached to her back.
The rest of her was barely better off; cuts and gashes covered her arms, criss-crossed her torso in vicious scarlet trails. Tearstains had long since dried on her cheeks, her eyes almost lifeless now.
Prince wondered how she managed to remain alive long enough to even make her way to the plaza, let alone move.
The sound of running, dull and rhythmic, filled the air. But by the time anyone else had arrived, it was too late.