bloodstones - Lyra Battle Challenge: a reaper's regency - 285 words

1. Draw or write about your character fighting the boss!

 

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Chelsea tried to get a solid grip on the huge wyrm's scales, but the powdering of Lyrian crystal dust atop made it difficult. The wind howled around her like a pack of ravenous wolves. She had to collect a measurable chunk of strength to open her eyes.

 

Not too far in front of her, Caspian clung to the dragon's scales and bumps, scaling them near-effortlessly. He cried out to the Pack of the Wind, cackling in delight like a delirious hyena.

 

"You're an idiot!" Chelsea yelled at him. The wind covered her voice's audible cracks.

"As per usual!" Caspian responded without looking back. His carefree attitude made the other shifter clench her jaw in infuriated terror.

"We're going to fall!"

"Oh, come on, Chels," Caspian mocked her, still not turning to face her. "You're an Athos, aren't you?" He raised his arm, ready to strike a bloodcrystal dagger into the serpent's hide.

 

"I'M NOT LIKE YOU!"

 

Finally, Caspian halted. He turned his eyes to Chelsea, whose cracked cry for mercy still remained for a lingering moment, as a desperate, impossible echo. All the twisted joy bled from his face into nothingness. He could see the other trembling, tears forming into the corners of her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to keep them in.

 

It made sense. Chelsea was terrified of dying - every plan to avoid it, immaculately crafted and executed. It was why she had abandoned everything and everyone she knew. Anything and everything she did, was for survival. With every waking moment, she took steps in a dance with the grim reaper.

 

And his name was Golde.

 

Caspian had no chance to apologize, before the wyrm turned upside down in the air.