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Pain surged across Kerberos and the massive beast roared, recoiling as radiation danced across his skin, hooking dangerous barbs deep beneath his fur, into the muscle. He stumbled, gasping, as the rest of the gembounds retaliated for him. Victory was at hand, he just had to push a bit father. The guardian of canis rose, opening his mouths ready to attack with all that he had-- but then the shadow monster spoke, hissing words snaking through the air as it revealed a limp corpse in its grasp.
Upon seeing his mother, Kerberos' jaws snapped, teeth glistening off of his own magic. Rage rippled through the beast as he took a step forward, fear prickling across his back but fueling the blood rushing through his heart. He could hear his heartbeat in each ear, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. He was so close to saving his mother, but if he hurt her-- if he accidentally lashed his teeth too close to the hyena who looked so frail and small compared to everything-- how could he ever forgive himself? Hesitation raced across his legs and froze him steps away, wishing for a miracle.
You can have it,
The creature spoke, grinning with malace, before it practically evaporated into the shadows. Kerberos did not even wait for the darkness to vanish-- as soon as the thing was away from his mother, he lunged-- desperate, frightened. His body flew through the air as the blackness retreating around him. His huge paws hit the ground, standing over his mother, as the lights all came back on around him. It was blinding, but he did not need to see-- the canine lowered a muzzle out of his three to touch to Giggle, to reassure she was alive, breathing, safe...
Kerberos was already racing through what he could do to help her. He went to summon warmth through his body as his nose touched the image, and as he did a chill spread through him. Almost too exhausted to panic anymore, the canine blinked his bleary vision to find that Giggle was not under him-- that the mother had been only an illusion.
The dog collapsed to the floor, practically on top of where his mother had appeared to be, and found no strength to even wail. It was a trick. He had been played for a fool. He couldn't register it-- shock taking course through his damaged, battered body. Slowly, six pale pink eyes met Aza'zel's eyes, and then even his heads slumped to the floor.
i'm ready to start
the conquest of spaces