If only Gin knew of the powers that a Heron's voice contains. Once she is free, the wing that he was holding dragged on the floor a little as she stumbles forward. She steals a glimpse backwards towards him as she stumbles to put herself between the Rappig and Gin.
Yay Gin! How do you like her set of pipes? Cause Leanne isn't going to stop with her screaming.
"BROTHER! LADY ILYANA! HELP ME! HELP!"
And in the midst of the screaming, she is trying to scent him so that she can at least remember his scent. She gains a scared expression at the sight of the weapon and Gin coming closer to attack. Something snaps inside of her and she goes to at least try and claw at his face before something sharp pierces her chest.
What?.... What was this sensation? She looks up at him but still stays in front of the Rappig, doing her best to protect it. She goes to cough a few times as blood forms on her breast. Why is her world going so dark? What... What is this? Is this.... Death? She continues to look up at him before darkness goes to claim her even more and she falls down, face forward, blade still in her breast as at last.... Death claims another.
[Yes, because it is a victim just like she is and every life is scared and all that jazz.]]
Yay Gin! How do you like her set of pipes? Cause Leanne isn't going to stop with her screaming.
"BROTHER! LADY ILYANA! HELP ME! HELP!"
And in the midst of the screaming, she is trying to scent him so that she can at least remember his scent. She gains a scared expression at the sight of the weapon and Gin coming closer to attack. Something snaps inside of her and she goes to at least try and claw at his face before something sharp pierces her chest.
What?.... What was this sensation? She looks up at him but still stays in front of the Rappig, doing her best to protect it. She goes to cough a few times as blood forms on her breast. Why is her world going so dark? What... What is this? Is this.... Death? She continues to look up at him before darkness goes to claim her even more and she falls down, face forward, blade still in her breast as at last.... Death claims another.