TW: vi..lence, bl..d, t.rn skin, pain, skull damage
--Briar--
My arms are torn. I made it to the vent in the lab.
Between the vents. Bastet grabs a woman's hair, thrashing her head into the ground. I flinch, hitting my head again.
They grit their teeth, blood trickling down their arm. The women scream, seizing Bastet.
Flare gasps, crying.
Hardon throws broken glass at him.
Avery writhes on the ground, screaming.
The woman pushes her head into the ground.
"ROUX?" I gasp. Bastet screams, pushing back down on the Queen. Sweat trickles down their face.
"STOP!" Avery screeches, reaching out.
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Storms of the Sky
FantasyEvery mythical world Bastet has read about is paradise compared to the hell they live in. Maylea is not that place. With some possessing unordinary abilities, two friends as different as the sun and sea, and a pretty assassin out for their head, Bas...
