The group moved - if not in a coordinated unit, then at least in the same direction. She kept her eyes on the other ancient, narrowing her eyes at him when he glanced back at her, glaring in the face of his attention.
She did not see what happened, but after only a few steps, lightning struck the ground nearby. The sudden flash - and subsequent tremble of earth - produced a damning crash of sound against the darkness of the night. Alarm burst like a bubble of blood in her heart - surprise that became annoyance, and then became anger. It was already there, lingering close to her thoughts. It was a simple matter for it consume her, to nudge her control aside. She halted, her glare turning to Cade. Was it not obvious that they could not afford to flaunt their position? Was he, too, part of the plot to kidnap and capture them? She had wanted to keep him alive, out of consideration for the dragonkin he claimed as a lover, but...Red hot anger clawed its way up her chest, choking her, and she held on to her control by a thread.
She turned her stubborn focus to walking forward. With each step, though, her rage mounted. A thought tickled at the edge of her mind, a sense of wrongness, of something out of place...but that, too, was consumed in the fire of her anger. By the time they crept up on the camp nestled in the trees before them, she was almost vibrating with it.
At least the elf was quiet. She did not care enough to pick apart the meaning of his signs. Still, others spoke, and words were spun back and forth, whispered in the shadows. They grated like claws against her consciousness.
It was enough that the anger rose up like a tidal wave, and Katriel drowned in it.
Cade shifted his weight, or perhaps only breathed too loudly. Whatever it was, the dragon was too near the surface to be reined in by petty concerns like logic or morality. Katriel whipped around, claws outstretched - one hand reaching for his throat even as the other caught on his shoulder, ripping downward. Blood splashed as flesh parted, her fangs flashing in the low light as she snarled, leaping forward. But her shoulder clipped Faelyn as she moved, and a sudden wall of magic forced her back. She was blasted away, sent flying into the undergrowth with enough force that she landed heavily on her back, forcing the breath from her lungs.
A shout rose up from the nearby camp, the clatter of armor and the shouting of men betraying the slavers' sudden awareness of company.
tldr:// Kat becomes more and more angry as the group walks forward. As the captives are crouched to observe the camp of slavers, her control snaps, and she lunges at Cade. She claws at his neck and shoulder before being blasted backwards by accidental contact with Faelyn. The camp is roused and men start to head in the group's direction.
She did not see what happened, but after only a few steps, lightning struck the ground nearby. The sudden flash - and subsequent tremble of earth - produced a damning crash of sound against the darkness of the night. Alarm burst like a bubble of blood in her heart - surprise that became annoyance, and then became anger. It was already there, lingering close to her thoughts. It was a simple matter for it consume her, to nudge her control aside. She halted, her glare turning to Cade. Was it not obvious that they could not afford to flaunt their position? Was he, too, part of the plot to kidnap and capture them? She had wanted to keep him alive, out of consideration for the dragonkin he claimed as a lover, but...Red hot anger clawed its way up her chest, choking her, and she held on to her control by a thread.
She turned her stubborn focus to walking forward. With each step, though, her rage mounted. A thought tickled at the edge of her mind, a sense of wrongness, of something out of place...but that, too, was consumed in the fire of her anger. By the time they crept up on the camp nestled in the trees before them, she was almost vibrating with it.
At least the elf was quiet. She did not care enough to pick apart the meaning of his signs. Still, others spoke, and words were spun back and forth, whispered in the shadows. They grated like claws against her consciousness.
It was enough that the anger rose up like a tidal wave, and Katriel drowned in it.
Cade shifted his weight, or perhaps only breathed too loudly. Whatever it was, the dragon was too near the surface to be reined in by petty concerns like logic or morality. Katriel whipped around, claws outstretched - one hand reaching for his throat even as the other caught on his shoulder, ripping downward. Blood splashed as flesh parted, her fangs flashing in the low light as she snarled, leaping forward. But her shoulder clipped Faelyn as she moved, and a sudden wall of magic forced her back. She was blasted away, sent flying into the undergrowth with enough force that she landed heavily on her back, forcing the breath from her lungs.
A shout rose up from the nearby camp, the clatter of armor and the shouting of men betraying the slavers' sudden awareness of company.
tldr:// Kat becomes more and more angry as the group walks forward. As the captives are crouched to observe the camp of slavers, her control snaps, and she lunges at Cade. She claws at his neck and shoulder before being blasted backwards by accidental contact with Faelyn. The camp is roused and men start to head in the group's direction.
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