[ he could have run so far— had there been another outcome he was expecting? to safely flee, maybe. now, falco was here: lodged against the mangled hooks of this beast’s antlers, hanging there, feeling the air getting forced out of his lungs and losing the ability to breathe when they’ve already lost pressure within his chest cavity. vileblood pours through his wounds, splatters across the beast’s exposed skull-jaw— he tries to keep his hands, these tiny, green stained hands where the bone has ejected flesh, lung, and pieces of rib. the pain isn’t there at the first second, the first second his body jostles into a silent shock. it ebbed in slowly, agonizingly, and by the time he was forcibly ripped from the antlers by sheer force alone, it builds up, one fatal blow on top of the other: cracked ribs, perforated lungs, mangled guts and fractured limbs. he scream, but nothing squeaks past his throat—
the last thing blurring vision sees is of the beast approaching him. should he wait here? should he die, in favor of keeping his own hand out of this mess? out of harming someone who is also in terrible pain? he doesn’t know what it was, but it was instinct. it was natural. he wanted to live. and to live—
(fight—)
was that his thought? was that what he wanted?
(fight—)
he cannot question the sparks that dance from his bloody frame now; he sees too much red to question it. she harmed him. he would be dead. she would hurt more, kill more— falco’s eyes burst with aggressive fight with the influence of the horror within him, that he was attacked, and in turn, if he wanted to survive, if he wanted to protect others from this fate, including his special little egg, hidden away in trees, then . . .
he had to deliver, in kind.
too close to him, and the beast would feel the scorching heat that built around this boy before he exploded, or at least, that’s what it seemed like. a bolt hits him, a light grows and a nasty sound strikes where his body had laid— there, forming in his place in seconds, in bone, ligament, muscle and feathers, was a beast of his own.
the jaw titan emerges from his will to live and the silence’s influence to fight back. quite the large thing, meters in height and packing his own terrible set of black talons armored with scales, of a bony jaw that wrapped around his face like a natural mask, and two different sets of snapping teeth. falco shrieks and leaps for her with talons flared wide, with his beak jaw unhinged, and aiming to pin her with every force in his new body to the earth she threw him on. ]
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the last thing blurring vision sees is of the beast approaching him. should he wait here? should he die, in favor of keeping his own hand out of this mess? out of harming someone who is also in terrible pain? he doesn’t know what it was, but it was instinct. it was natural. he wanted to live. and to live—
(fight—)
was that his thought? was that what he wanted?
(fight—)
he cannot question the sparks that dance from his bloody frame now; he sees too much red to question it. she harmed him. he would be dead. she would hurt more, kill more— falco’s eyes burst with aggressive fight with the influence of the horror within him, that he was attacked, and in turn, if he wanted to survive, if he wanted to protect others from this fate, including his special little egg, hidden away in trees, then . . .
he had to deliver, in kind.
too close to him, and the beast would feel the scorching heat that built around this boy before he exploded, or at least, that’s what it seemed like. a bolt hits him, a light grows and a nasty sound strikes where his body had laid— there, forming in his place in seconds, in bone, ligament, muscle and feathers, was a beast of his own.
the jaw titan emerges from his will to live and the silence’s influence to fight back. quite the large thing, meters in height and packing his own terrible set of black talons armored with scales, of a bony jaw that wrapped around his face like a natural mask, and two different sets of snapping teeth. falco shrieks and leaps for her with talons flared wide, with his beak jaw unhinged, and aiming to pin her with every force in his new body to the earth she threw him on. ]