Siren's Summit
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
The winged woman stood with her heart thundering wildly, ears waving wildly between beasts and thoughts in complete disarray as she watched her friend repeat his unmerciful assault, tearing in the end, the creature’s wooden-looking limb clear from its torso. The grotesque scene was surreal, a living nightmare and Zahra felt powerless to stop it. Even if she had by some miracle found a way to cease the struggle, her effort would have been in vain, for the ants were ascending the Living Tree’s body so rapidly, sliding beneath its thick bark-like skin and devouring the warm, tender flesh hidden within.
A lump formed in her throat and the horrified mare swallowed hard.
In a desperate bid to recover her flailing mind, Zahra shook heavily and rain sprayed around her like an aura of mist. She swivelled upon her trembling knees, danced towards the hole which continued to ooze the snake of summoned ants and sealed it promptly with her forehoof pressed down firmly upon it. Her eyes, fear ripe within them, flicked over to the tree. It was down, perhaps dead, and the swarm had worked diligently in mere minutes, to raise its massive carcass to the ground. It wasn’t meant to be like this, her thoughts mumbled, discombobulated and strained.
By some small mercy, the skin of the poor creature had been spared - perfectly in fact, though she cared little to examine it while Eleos stood nearby, to some degree, wounded. Her focus zoned upon him as adrenaline fed her with energy, and Zahra swept upon him, aiming to seize the severed flesh from his teeth. “Your shoulder,” she panted thereafter, settling her eyes upon the sleek wet curve above the leg she thought looked favoured. “What can I do?” Not for one second, as she hastily checked him over, did the winged daughter of the Gallant notice the enchanted scarab beneath his skin.
A lump formed in her throat and the horrified mare swallowed hard.
In a desperate bid to recover her flailing mind, Zahra shook heavily and rain sprayed around her like an aura of mist. She swivelled upon her trembling knees, danced towards the hole which continued to ooze the snake of summoned ants and sealed it promptly with her forehoof pressed down firmly upon it. Her eyes, fear ripe within them, flicked over to the tree. It was down, perhaps dead, and the swarm had worked diligently in mere minutes, to raise its massive carcass to the ground. It wasn’t meant to be like this, her thoughts mumbled, discombobulated and strained.
By some small mercy, the skin of the poor creature had been spared - perfectly in fact, though she cared little to examine it while Eleos stood nearby, to some degree, wounded. Her focus zoned upon him as adrenaline fed her with energy, and Zahra swept upon him, aiming to seize the severed flesh from his teeth. “Your shoulder,” she panted thereafter, settling her eyes upon the sleek wet curve above the leg she thought looked favoured. “What can I do?” Not for one second, as she hastily checked him over, did the winged daughter of the Gallant notice the enchanted scarab beneath his skin.
