[ She's been heard. The boy, and the creature that sits beneath his skin — the one most familiar to her, but who's names have been lost to her — has heard her. She'd thought they might have been nearby somewhere, they're following her around — keeping distances, but a presence that hovers like a shadow.
There's flames, and the scent of rot in amongst the overwhelming blooms. She writhes in disgust, desperate to get away, still half-shrieking in both pain and desperation. The boy, the giant — everything is so wrong to her, to her senses.
When the giant's hold falters, when she's released from iron-clad teeth, she twists herself back onto her belly, tries to crawl out from under him. Blood oozes from the neck wound, shimmering under the green moonlight. He doesn't seem to be trying to keep her pressed down, at least. And she's got enough fight and strength to clamber out — but she's weakened, slow to move, not quite out of reach yet. ]
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There's flames, and the scent of rot in amongst the overwhelming blooms. She writhes in disgust, desperate to get away, still half-shrieking in both pain and desperation. The boy, the giant — everything is so wrong to her, to her senses.
When the giant's hold falters, when she's released from iron-clad teeth, she twists herself back onto her belly, tries to crawl out from under him. Blood oozes from the neck wound, shimmering under the green moonlight. He doesn't seem to be trying to keep her pressed down, at least. And she's got enough fight and strength to clamber out — but she's weakened, slow to move, not quite out of reach yet. ]