Slowly, the shimmering purple haze faded. He blinked it away in time to see the zith slowly lick his blood from her claws, trembling excitedly. Her eyes opened and met his, glittering with delight, and she grinned. Then, suddenly, she was gone. The darkness became suddenly oppressive, sinister, cloaking its daughter within itself. He could hear her steps, but not where they were coming from. He could feel her gaze on him, hungry for a meal or something else. Forcing himself to move, he slid to the left, deeper into the cave. Almost immediately he felt a ledge, and instinct guided his hand across it. His fingers brushed something smooth and similar to wood, but he did his best not to think of what it had come from. Her voice swam through the air once more, and Khasr reacted. He swung wildly and smacked his hand on the stone wall, and his fist closed around the leg bone. He raised it in front of him just as she sprang, claws sinking into his shoulder and sending them both spiraling to the ground. Pain made red explode within his skull, but it cleared his head and threw everything into detail. He twisted violently, jamming the bone into her stomach hard enough to create a small space between them. He writhed, and suddenly, miraculously, he managed to rip free of her, though two little hunks of flesh remained. Stumbling himself away, he found the ledge the bone had come from and dragged himself on to it. It was a well-sized ledge, large enough for him to curl up but not large enough for much else. As he shifted, he heard another bone fall to the floor and shatter. There was also cloth beneath him, but he wasn’t particularly concerned with it. Crouching with the leg bone in a defensive position, he fixed his gaze on the she-zith. He could feel broken scabs flowing blood, and knew that he could not fight her again. |