[ the energy tears through the right wing, splitting the thin, powdered webbing. the blood burns and dries before it can hit the ground. her body shudders and droops as if she were a puppet who just had a single string cut. she doesn't let out a gasp or scream but a sigh as she crumbles towards the ground. the beast doesn't hit the ground with a harsh thump, she still has one wing to slow her descent, but soon she's like a mermaid stranded upon a beach, pulling herself forward on thin arms, her fused legs trailing behind her.
the flayed flesh of her thighs rips and tears against the ground. heated stones press into her fin. but, still, she does not stop. she is drawn to makima like a moth to the flame. nothing can stop her. she must reach life and give it death. ]
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the flayed flesh of her thighs rips and tears against the ground. heated stones press into her fin. but, still, she does not stop. she is drawn to makima like a moth to the flame. nothing can stop her. she must reach life and give it death. ]