Coyote's scream is the sweetest of music to the Dark, her pain glorious, and it draws closer and pushes harder, trying to devour-- but the burning flame that explodes into being around her causes a furious hiss and a high, angry shriek to rise.
And then there is a flare--
(heat power Wild burning vines)
--and that within it which carries some part of memory and sensation drawn out of she who was the White Rider remembers... and reacts.
There is a silent explosion as of wind rushing backwards upon itself, and the tall column of black mist and power whirls around them -- circling and circling the three of them, but not moving to strike again, not yet.
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Date: 2006-06-17 05:09 am (UTC)And then there is a flare--
(heat power Wild burning vines)
--and that within it which carries some part of memory and sensation drawn out of she who was the White Rider remembers... and reacts.
There is a silent explosion as of wind rushing backwards upon itself, and the tall column of black mist and power whirls around them -- circling and circling the three of them, but not moving to strike again, not yet.