[ it's far too weak to fight combined against the dragging, slowly being worn down combined with the strike from wang lu that draws more blood, dropping its body forward as zelkov comes at its—
—at her heart with yato. there's another cry. of pain, of anger, of many things... with the last of her strength, it lets out a final blast of fire, hoping to at least take something down with it, all of them, even, though she hardly aims the attack properly as death finally comes to claim her.
slowly, the flames die down, that unintelligible speech returning as the dragon falls back. ]
■ ■■■■—
[ the form of that dragon begins to dissipate in slow flickers of fire, scales scattering like petals, those growls becoming clearer though still murky, words as fleeting as a final breath— ]
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—at her heart with yato. there's another cry. of pain, of anger, of many things... with the last of her strength, it lets out a final blast of fire, hoping to at least take something down with it, all of them, even, though she hardly aims the attack properly as death finally comes to claim her.
slowly, the flames die down, that unintelligible speech returning as the dragon falls back. ]
■ ■■■■—
[ the form of that dragon begins to dissipate in slow flickers of fire, scales scattering like petals, those growls becoming clearer though still murky, words as fleeting as a final breath— ]
I̶̼̒ ̸͒ͅo̸͚̓n̴̰̾l̸̼̕y̶͕̌ ̷̜͝w̸̡͐i̷̠̐s̴͖̕h̶͚̅e̴̯͘d̵̠̓ ̴̛̫t̸̜͝ỏ̷̥ ̵̂͜ś̷̰é̴̱ḙ̵̂ ̶͖̐ý̶͓o̴̘͝ȕ̴͓,̴͔̎ ̷͙̚L̸̗͛ò̴̻w̸͍̒ē̷͙l̷̰͘l̴̻̈́.̷̀ͅ ̴̨̚T̷̼̈́h̷̘̃e̸̳͗ ̵̩́s̸̩̋t̶̜̑a̶̝̾r̴̥̾s̵̫̚.̴̯̋.̵̼̂.̵̠̓ ̶͍̚ä̸̞́r̵̠͋e̶͇͂ ̵̬͆b̸̲͝e̸͎̕ã̵̩u̸͛ͅt̷͕̂í̴͉f̷͓̏ų̴̚l̵̖͊.̵͕̂
[ and with that, the form of the dragon is gone, leaving only the form of its embers... now, quite obviously, human.
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still kisslessdead. ]