the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
gatekeep [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 2, 2023 21:57:34 GMT
blood flows hot in her mouth. he jerks away, quite literally tearing himself from her. she spits a glob of thick blood and flesh; it dribbles down her chin. a hand comes up, not to wipe at it, but to press the palm into the flowing wound on her shoulder. she hisses from the pain, flashing red-stained teeth.
her bow is discarded and out of reach. but the quiver on her hip is a weapon of its own. she spits again, but there is a noticeable flash of anger at his jab.
before she can retort, their moment of reprieve is over. his pokemon come back in swinging. lyune is still locked in combat with the hydreigon, stopping it from gaining ground on his tamer. aeris, though, has recovered, and slithers in a circle around freya's form.
mist billows up from underneath her, obscuring them in a wave of energy. the mega stone entwined in freya's hair flickers and lyune's roar of pain sends shockwaves over her as his mega form loses shape.
they are meant to hit hard and heavy. if they go on for much longer, especially with the amount of blood soaking her shirt, there is a chance they don't walk away from this.
the sludge bomb bombards the dragonair, coating her in sticky, acrid-smelling gunk. some of it sprays onto freya's side, worming its way into her open wound. still, with a shaking hand, she reaches for her quiver and taps for a flash arrow.
it snicks into her hand and she throws it outside of the mist, ignoring the pain that sears hot blisters on her skin as she mounts the poison-covered dragonair.
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