First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1261859497 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1261859497 Next: none yet Wood Ash Skies-Abolish's POV Her cheeks are flushed with ruby red, her eyes nought but a crimson snarl. Her skin, underneath the coat of moonlight fur, is burning when she tries to attack me, her power output ripping her veins like paper in a shredder. Any tactics she could have used are long gone, along with whatever shred of her sanity remained. The paltry attacks are easier to dodge than the uncoordinated fist of a newborn babe. Easy to dodge, easier to put down like a sick dog. Maybe someday, the land will embrace her bones and the bones of her beloved, and push stone through its skin to grow a grave that will shout to all who stop to hear it, telling the sorry story of the Vampire called Cleo and the Werewolf called Pearl.
