1/26/2025, 7:45 PM
The wolf stumbled forward, slower than she expected. Perhaps she'd gotten a good hit in, hobbled him. Perhaps she could catch up, now, despite the rattling of her overworked lung in her chest and the grey spots oozing in at the edges of her vision.
Is that the best you can do?
Zora's second wind was weak, but she trotted forward in a flurry of steps, claws clicking on the stone floor. The rage in her soul didn't temper despite her waning body.
Light glimmered in the far distance behind him; light that Gladiator would never feel the warmth of, because she was laying abandoned somewhere in the caverns, hurt beyond repair. The though was agony, a kind of death itself that withered and rotted everything inside of Zora until she was simply pain, torn between a visceral need not to leave Dia and a desire to enact some small vengeance, regardless of its ultimately pointless nature.
It wouldn't bring them back and it wouldn't bring Zora peace, but it would bring hell to this creature's every waking moment. Zora would know - she'd outlived her own death, and knew how it stuck with you.
Your Gladiator put up more of a fight than this.
Which time? She almost snarked, and swayed on her paws as nausea overcame her. Still, Zora followed.
What else was she to do?
I am going...to erase...everything you are,She hissed.
They were so close.
To what?
