// [member=1517]Luca[/member] will be capturing mori c:
moribund's two heads can't breathe. their heart is rushing, pounding. frantic little heart beating against their shared constricting ribcages. there is a dragon-- might, incomprehensibly powerful. the indomitable strength from the invading group overwhelms them. moribund never knew they could be this pitiful.
there is ice in their brains and fire in their belly, and one of the heads want to vomit. the threat was real and it was like nothing they had ever experienced before. the scent of burnt, charred flesh rose to their duo nostrils.
what were they to do?
they're shaking, limbs trembling ever so urgently. stop. get it together.
they can't.
head dizzy, and consumed with the urge to get away. anything. this was worse than the herd before them. who were these strangers, who came with such rage and vengeance?
hopeless anxiety addled their stomach. they were outside. tied to the post. exposed. the siamese twins wrenched at the rope tying them to the outside post with such vicious frenzy that the feeble wooden post came undone from it's root in the sand.
the sounds of callous battle and the din of bloodshed confused them, and they were shock still in place. would they run? would they be cut down in the midst of battle, caught in the crossfire?
moribund's two heads can't breathe. their heart is rushing, pounding. frantic little heart beating against their shared constricting ribcages. there is a dragon-- might, incomprehensibly powerful. the indomitable strength from the invading group overwhelms them. moribund never knew they could be this pitiful.
there is ice in their brains and fire in their belly, and one of the heads want to vomit. the threat was real and it was like nothing they had ever experienced before. the scent of burnt, charred flesh rose to their duo nostrils.
what were they to do?
they're shaking, limbs trembling ever so urgently. stop. get it together.
they can't.
head dizzy, and consumed with the urge to get away. anything. this was worse than the herd before them. who were these strangers, who came with such rage and vengeance?
hopeless anxiety addled their stomach. they were outside. tied to the post. exposed. the siamese twins wrenched at the rope tying them to the outside post with such vicious frenzy that the feeble wooden post came undone from it's root in the sand.
the sounds of callous battle and the din of bloodshed confused them, and they were shock still in place. would they run? would they be cut down in the midst of battle, caught in the crossfire?
[glow=grey,2,300][abbr=the pitt, 9 moons old, black sheep, slave]･ﾟ✦ —— tags[/abbr][/glow]
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