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dustbunny105Short weeks shouldn't last this long, man.
Anyhow, Wip Wednesday! I got prompted "canopy" last week and it didn't get any hits at all. Which sort of surprised me, tbh. But them's the breaks and so I had to find a way to use it in something new. If I'd given myself more time, I would've tried to use it a few different ways. But, well. Obviously, that did not happen. Anyway, here's this:
Nyx flapped her wings hard and the next blast singed the fur of her beast belly; the one immediately following clipped a wing. She winced and swore and tumbled into a transformation. Arial one-on-one combat of any kind was a far cry from what she'd been trained to do but at least she felt a little more sure of what her body was doing like this.
Keen to prove it, she spun around mid-transformation and had her own blaster up and ready by the time she met Terrorsaur's optics. She had the pleasure of watching that smirk on his fall off his face before she fired off a volley of fire. Her opponent was a far more skilled flier, though, and he wove himself through every shot with a downright unnecessary flare. He was showing off, the absolute glitch. And he was smirking again.
There was no way she was taking him in the sky. Swearing again, she transformed back to beast mode and let herself drop. The fall was not exactly graceful but it was controlled and more precise than it probably seemed to Terrorsaur. She crashed through a thin patch of the forest canopy and then twisted, darting into thick foliage. She transformed yet again, wincing as she felt leaves catching in her seams, and clutched at a branch with one hand. In her other hand she held her blaster at the ready. There was a moment where it seemed Terrorsaur might not bother to follow her and she felt the frustration of running from a fight itching in her circuits.
But then he lowered himself through the hole she'd left behind her, unfairly elegant. She lined up her shot as he looked lazily around him.
"If I were a frightened little flying rodent," he mused aloud in that grating voice of his, "where might I hide...? Oh, right." He looked directly at her before she was ready. "I'd be cowering in the dark."
Ready or not, she fired.
Anyhow, Wip Wednesday! I got prompted "canopy" last week and it didn't get any hits at all. Which sort of surprised me, tbh. But them's the breaks and so I had to find a way to use it in something new. If I'd given myself more time, I would've tried to use it a few different ways. But, well. Obviously, that did not happen. Anyway, here's this:
Nyx flapped her wings hard and the next blast singed the fur of her beast belly; the one immediately following clipped a wing. She winced and swore and tumbled into a transformation. Arial one-on-one combat of any kind was a far cry from what she'd been trained to do but at least she felt a little more sure of what her body was doing like this.
Keen to prove it, she spun around mid-transformation and had her own blaster up and ready by the time she met Terrorsaur's optics. She had the pleasure of watching that smirk on his fall off his face before she fired off a volley of fire. Her opponent was a far more skilled flier, though, and he wove himself through every shot with a downright unnecessary flare. He was showing off, the absolute glitch. And he was smirking again.
There was no way she was taking him in the sky. Swearing again, she transformed back to beast mode and let herself drop. The fall was not exactly graceful but it was controlled and more precise than it probably seemed to Terrorsaur. She crashed through a thin patch of the forest canopy and then twisted, darting into thick foliage. She transformed yet again, wincing as she felt leaves catching in her seams, and clutched at a branch with one hand. In her other hand she held her blaster at the ready. There was a moment where it seemed Terrorsaur might not bother to follow her and she felt the frustration of running from a fight itching in her circuits.
But then he lowered himself through the hole she'd left behind her, unfairly elegant. She lined up her shot as he looked lazily around him.
"If I were a frightened little flying rodent," he mused aloud in that grating voice of his, "where might I hide...? Oh, right." He looked directly at her before she was ready. "I'd be cowering in the dark."
Ready or not, she fired.
