Ch. 59
“Taeral”
“Sadly you still exist. How unfortunate for everyone else, Taeral.” I take a deep breath and feel my wind surge around me as I turn to face him. “I’m surprised you can even see me.”
Taeral is a shifter who is actually around my age. We grew up in the castle together. We had many classes and training sessions together. I can’t actually pinpoint when my hatred grew toward him to tipping edge, but if I let it out, I would burn him until he was nothing more than a pile of lump flesh and bones. His unruly curly hair is a copper color and is a mess on his head. He has a few marks on his face from previous sparring matches I am guessing, too bad he past opponents didn’t hit harder. His face never grew out of the boyish arrogant charm. The red scars take over the left side of his face, and even into his hairline. Nothing, but a hole lay where his eye once was.
“I have cut through every one of worth here and Devlyn isn’t here to object like she normally does.”
“Didn’t learn your lesson last time, Taeral?”
I noticed others starting to gather around our area. Some other shifters we’ve trained with, some scouts, and even the rowdy dwarves, seems we peaked their drunken interest.
I feel that exposed feeling crawling across my skin and can sense Halfy nearby, too. I even notice the group of Varcolacs moving in our direction. Oh, fun, an audience.
“I would hate to ruin your winning streak. The one and only.”
“I will leave nothing left of you.”
“Is that a promise?” I say and I can feel the rage within in boiling. Even after being quiet for a long time, I hear the claws knocking on my mental door.
A wicked grin moves across Taeral’s teeth, Nyx went is that last time he brushed those.
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There is a huge crowd now, and normally, well at least recently, I would be causing a snowstorm, but this rage, is raw, is ready to pour out of me. I hate Taeral. With every fiber of my being. He hasn’t every given me a good enough reason to hate him so much, that I can remember, but this feeling, I can’t get past the rage that fills me when he is near.
“No powers. Princess.”
“Scared?” I twist my hand and flames dance along my fingers and with a snap the flames are gone. “As you wish.”
I watch as Taeral starts moving first to the left a few steps and then to the right a few more. I see no visible evidence of weapons on him, but that means nothing in a land filled with everything good and wicked. My opal dagger still rests on the wooden bench that is surrounded by some many people now. Nyx. I don’t need my weapons.
Lost in thought, I see a flash of Taeral as moves toward me and quickly. He goes straight for brute strength and that works in my advantage. I move slightly to the right and he barrel past nearly falling, but he recover, sadly. I am moving before he turns and throws an arm out, trying to hit anything. He is charging again, but this time I duck past his arms and straight into his legs. He flies over me, and I hear his body hit the ground below. Dust is left in his wake. I’m still crouched when he kicks me and knocks me over. He manages to stand before me and is over me in seconds. I hear his foot slamming against the ground before my body registers the pain.
His fucking foot is standing on the hand I used to stabilize myself and he even twists his heel. I growl through clenched teeth.
“Oh, princess. Not much there without your powers.” There is that moment I knew he feared my powers. He feared what I could do with them, but believed my integrity, and that I would hold on to it. He twisted his heel again, and a snarl groans out from my throat. He removes a dagger he tucked along his back, leans down, and cuts the ribbon from my hair. Black and purple waves fall around my face.
I feel pounding within my skull, my mental door literally shaking in the darkness that is my mind. I feel Halfy’s urgency to be my side through our bond but doesn’t move. I feel that exposed feeling eating away any coldness that threatens to make me falter. I feel the rage snap.
I use my other hand and grab his leg. The fucking leg that is threatening to break my delicate deathly fingers. I use my core to twist and wrap my legs around his waist and fucking push as hard as I can. Just enough to make him stumble and release my hand. With that I am moving quickly, climbing him like a tree…like I did when I was younger with…I feel the vibrations of our bodies hit the ground.
My mental walls seem to shake with it, and I can hear screaming in the void that is my mind.
Since Taeral was standing parallel to me he fell face first. He coughed as dirt filled his mouth. Enough of a distraction for me to strike, I dug my foot into the center of his shoulder to keep him on the ground. I grabbed his right arm and pulled it back with every ounce of rage that filled me and was leaking through. I twist Taeral’s wrist in my hand leaving him unable to move his arm without snapping it two. Taeral let out a wince from the pressure. I leaned down as far as I can.
“I am not defined by my powers.” I lower my voice to a whisper. The crowd exploding around us. “I do not need my powers to hurt you.” And with that I push my foot further into the joint of his shoulder and tug the wrist I have in my hand until I hear a satisfying pop.
Ch. 59
“Taeral”
“Sadly you still exist. How unfortunate for everyone else, Taeral.” I take a deep breath and feel my wind surge around me as I turn to face him. “I’m surprised you can even see me.”
Taeral is a shifter who is actually around my age. We grew up in the castle together. We had many classes and training sessions together. I can’t actually pinpoint when my hatred grew toward him to tipping edge, but if I let it out, I would burn him until he was nothing more than a pile of lump flesh and bones. His unruly curly hair is a copper color and is a mess on his head. He has a few marks on his face from previous sparring matches I am guessing, too bad he past opponents didn’t hit harder. His face never grew out of the boyish arrogant charm. The red scars take over the left side of his face, and even into his hairline. Nothing, but a hole lay where his eye once was.
“I have cut through every one of worth here and Devlyn isn’t here to object like she normally does.”
“Didn’t learn your lesson last time, Taeral?”
I noticed others starting to gather around our area. Some other shifters we’ve trained with, some scouts, and even the rowdy dwarves, seems we peaked their drunken interest.
I feel that exposed feeling crawling across my skin and can sense Halfy nearby, too. I even notice the group of Varcolacs moving in our direction. Oh, fun, an audience.
“I would hate to ruin your winning streak. The one and only.”
“I will leave nothing left of you.”
“Is that a promise?” I say and I can feel the rage within in boiling. Even after being quiet for a long time, I hear the claws knocking on my mental door.
A wicked grin moves across Taeral’s teeth, Nyx went is that last time he brushed those.
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There is a huge crowd now, and normally, well at least recently, I would be causing a snowstorm, but this rage, is raw, is ready to pour out of me. I hate Taeral. With every fiber of my being. He hasn’t every given me a good enough reason to hate him so much, that I can remember, but this feeling, I can’t get past the rage that fills me when he is near.
“No powers. Princess.”
“Scared?” I twist my hand and flames dance along my fingers and with a snap the flames are gone. “As you wish.”
I watch as Taeral starts moving first to the left a few steps and then to the right a few more. I see no visible evidence of weapons on him, but that means nothing in a land filled with everything good and wicked. My opal dagger still rests on the wooden bench that is surrounded by some many people now. Nyx. I don’t need my weapons.
Lost in thought, I see a flash of Taeral as moves toward me and quickly. He goes straight for brute strength and that works in my advantage. I move slightly to the right and he barrel past nearly falling, but he recover, sadly. I am moving before he turns and throws an arm out, trying to hit anything. He is charging again, but this time I duck past his arms and straight into his legs. He flies over me, and I hear his body hit the ground below. Dust is left in his wake. I’m still crouched when he kicks me and knocks me over. He manages to stand before me and is over me in seconds. I hear his foot slamming against the ground before my body registers the pain.
His fucking foot is standing on the hand I used to stabilize myself and he even twists his heel. I growl through clenched teeth.
“Oh, princess. Not much there without your powers.” There is that moment I knew he feared my powers. He feared what I could do with them, but believed my integrity, and that I would hold on to it. He twisted his heel again, and a snarl groans out from my throat. He removes a dagger he tucked along his back, leans down, and cuts the ribbon from my hair. Black and purple waves fall around my face.
I feel pounding within my skull, my mental door literally shaking in the darkness that is my mind. I feel Halfy’s urgency to be my side through our bond but doesn’t move. I feel that exposed feeling eating away any coldness that threatens to make me falter. I feel the rage snap.
I use my other hand and grab his leg. The fucking leg that is threatening to break my delicate deathly fingers. I use my core to twist and wrap my legs around his waist and fucking push as hard as I can. Just enough to make him stumble and release my hand. With that I am moving quickly, climbing him like a tree…like I did when I was younger with…I feel the vibrations of our bodies hit the ground.
My mental walls seem to shake with it, and I can hear screaming in the void that is my mind.
Since Taeral was standing parallel to me he fell face first. He coughed as dirt filled his mouth. Enough of a distraction for me to strike, I dug my foot into the center of his shoulder to keep him on the ground. I grabbed his right arm and pulled it back with every ounce of rage that filled me and was leaking through. I twist Taeral’s wrist in my hand leaving him unable to move his arm without snapping it two. Taeral let out a wince from the pressure. I leaned down as far as I can.
“I am not defined by my powers.” I lower my voice to a whisper. The crowd exploding around us. “I do not need my powers to hurt you.” And with that I push my foot further into the joint of his shoulder and tug the wrist I have in my hand until I hear a satisfying pop.
