Solanis
She thinks she's succeeded; the dragon turns like a drunken whale, and for the first time Oizys can see clear daylight in front of her. Alas, she is not so fortunate. The creature's foul jaws swing towards her, and there's nothing the gargoyle can do as the savage teeth hook deep into the flesh of her backside. An ungodly jowl of pain erupts from the mare as pain lances through her rump and up through her spine; whilst the dragon hasn't managed to tear a chunk of flesh free, it has still succeeded in planting a large, muscle-deep bite onto her, causing blood to cascade down her heaving flanks. The agony is exquisite, and Oizys staggers forwards like a stricken warship, limping, broken.
Running is no longer an option now. She's lost all her momentum, and the dragon has completed its turn to face her. With her chest thrusting in and out from her haggard, painful breaths, Oizys hobbles around to face her huge opponent, bracing her stocky legs against the forest floor as she stares death in the eye. What a way to go - eaten by a dragon. The gargoyle is actually rather surprised that the beast hasn't immolated her yet, but perhaps the Rift's dragons cannot breathe fire as Helovian ones could. It doesn't make a great deal of difference really. Getting ripped into small, tasty pieces or perhaps being swallowed alive - both options are equally as painful and unpleasant as a fiery death. Not that the scarred bitch intends to give up quite so easily. She's survived worse than this - this dragon would quake if it was to ever meet Oizys's father, and she'd survived him. "Bring it, then!" she bellows up at the dragon. If she's going to die, then she'll do so fighting. She lunges forwards with all the strength she can muster, plunging her horns towards the creature's right foreleg - if she can disable a leg, perhaps she can slow the dragon down enough to allow her to flee. NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL |
@Roscorro and anyone else! :)
