Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180704001014

Tirush says nothing as she prowls forward. The land bathed in fire, black with ashen char and swirling with unnaturally potent tongues of flame, it swirls and bends to her, throbbing and pulsing with her rumbling breath. The ground cracks with heat, hissing as the moisture is forced from its embered soil.

With a short leap, Tirush is on the beast, and begins the workmanlike task of killing her prey.

Her steel-like talons close about the beast's back, crushing its spine with a terrible muted cracking noise. Spattered in blood, both her own and that of her enemies, her giant hands grip the creature, pinning it with unearthly strength that belies her size. Snarling, her hands pin its forelimbs and she lunges, her fanged jaws clamping around its throat, sinking into the jugular and crushing the windpipe.

Blood runs in great rivulets as the creature thrashes, gurgling, but the task is all but done. Seconds pass, then half a minute, as the crimson pool expands below them. Struggling becomes pitiful thrashing. Then, its lifeblood gone, the giant wolf stops.

Tirush's mouth closes all the way, and she pulls back, tearing out the creature's throat, but it is unnecessary. It is dead, and now, with the flames closing about them, it is starting to burn. She spits out the gob of vile demon flesh spitefully, then gives the body one or two cursory sniffs.

She doesn't dignify the beast with a roar of victory. She doesn't celebrate the death of the cowardly.

She stands and leaps into the air. Like a spiraling whirlwind the fire follows her, leaving a trail of bright crimson. She flies back to the prison, and back to the hile she made, and falls down, once again to the bottom, and this time she lands heavily. By now the fire is dismissed, having dispersed along the way, and the only light in the bleak dungeon is from the glow of her scales, the rippling embers of her wings, the bright suns of her eyes. She steps in and, stooping to gently pick up Imperia, cradling her and the child both.

With a pensive voice, deep with the hoarseness of having just fought, she speaks.

"How does the child? We must get you to safety, for the battle is still fierce.  Can you walk?"