Chapter 4 - Outcast Empty...
The view of Freljord is very empty. White, blue, and obstructions. You barely can see anything, you'd be lucky to be able to see your feet. Of all the days, it had to be today for a blizzard. Poked from many directions and angles, I endures the deadly needles from sky. Tryndamere seems to be ignoring it, perhaps from living it day to day.
I, like a cat, could not resist asking, "How do you survive things like this...?""Tick Fats." The accent replied" "What?" "Tick Fats. You know? Fats we produc' wih our body? I ain't all muscles, girlie." The Dragon-Girl seems confused by this asked another question. "How does Thick Fats helps exactly?" "I din't think they helps rally, it's moreover heats from fats." The deep voice answered.
Understanding it more, she ask, "What do I do to get Thick Fats?"
Tryndamere attempts to answer when something blew out of the snow covered freezing ground. White fur covered beast, fangs too many to count, leering eyes glowing with violet color, claws shaped like three nail in a wood for each finger. Legs as thick as a hammerhead shark's body.
"Ah! A Snow Devourer!" Did his grammar just improve? Thinking too much of this, I prepares for the combat.
"Shyvana, we'll do the pincer attack!" I nods in agreement to the king's shout and dash off to my left toward the gigantic beast's right arm. Flame erupts from my claws and slams on the arm. It seems undaunted, perhaps the furs are too thick, and the cold is draining out the flame's life too much to keep it burning. I feels conflicted, then I hears the beast roars with pain as blood flow out of its left shoulder. Tryndamere had wounded it. He held on to his sword like a demon fused to a cursed blade, he screams as he ruthlessly slash at the beast's side. I closes my eyes in shame, I felt weak, too weak to be always protected, Talon, Garen, Katarina, Ashe, and Tryndamere had always protected her since her escape from the Gold Palace. A bloodcurdling scream then pierces my mind. I opens my eyes again and look toward Tryndamere. He's been caught by the beast's right arm, I was suppose to keep the very arm busy... it's my fault. The nails are digging into Tryndamere's flesh, his mouth wide as a coconut, his eyes as large as his hand, I can see his veins popping on his neck...he's in a critical condition. I have no choice, be it life or death, I have to draw out more flames.
I focused intensely on my powers and the flame danced around me. I leaps up and grabs on the right arm of the beast, the furs begins to sizzle then torched. The beast roared, releasing the wounded king from its grasp and tries to shake the clinging salamander from the arm. Realizing the futile of his attempt, he decides to picks me up with the other arm wounded from Tryndamere's attacks. I notices what it's trying to do and throw a stream of flame with my right claw toward the danger closing in. Ignoring the pain of heat, it grabs at me, missing his target, but managed to grab hold of my ponytail. Shrieking from the pain many would know from having hairs pulled I grabs at my hairs to keep it from being torn apart. The beast brings me close to its face, I glance with fierceness and pain. The beast growls at me hungrily, and I could see the whiteness of its fangs, it kept them nice and tidy, as there are no gaping between each, and the beast unlatch its jaw to prepare to devour me. Eternal blackness inside the mouth, I fears the worst. Staring at the death in its face, the end grows closer and closer. I glances for a moment toward Tryndamere's body. He's unconscious from all of the blood loss... I sighs and laughs at my futility of life. The beast release me into its mouth, the entrance seals as soon as I enters.
Gulps No chewing... what a beast with appetites. I laughs again at foolishness of not dying from being eaten, instead I'm going to die from being boil inside its stomach. Blackness everywhere. Being wet from the stomach fluid make me unable to generates flame. Quite a pleasing and roomy place, I would loves to sleep here if it wasn't going to kill me. I sits waiting for my eventual demise. Not a moment later, I hears the beast crash onto the ground, groaning with crackling noise outside. A fade sound of nothingness, then a quick cutting noise. Soon... light appears from the stomach wall, a cut was made in its gut. Did Tryndamere save me was my thought as I climbs through the opening, greeted by nothingness. I then looks toward where Tryndamere was before I was swallowed...he's still unconscious on the snowy ground, with his wounds frozen over. I looks around, and spots a split second sight of a boomerang shaped headgear disappearing behind a frozen pillar...
The view of Freljord is very empty. White, blue, and obstructions. You barely can see anything, you'd be lucky to be able to see your feet. Of all the days, it had to be today for a blizzard. Poked from many directions and angles, I endures the deadly needles from sky. Tryndamere seems to be ignoring it, perhaps from living it day to day.
I, like a cat, could not resist asking, "How do you survive things like this...?""Tick Fats." The accent replied" "What?" "Tick Fats. You know? Fats we produc' wih our body? I ain't all muscles, girlie." The Dragon-Girl seems confused by this asked another question. "How does Thick Fats helps exactly?" "I din't think they helps rally, it's moreover heats from fats." The deep voice answered.
Understanding it more, she ask, "What do I do to get Thick Fats?"
Tryndamere attempts to answer when something blew out of the snow covered freezing ground. White fur covered beast, fangs too many to count, leering eyes glowing with violet color, claws shaped like three nail in a wood for each finger. Legs as thick as a hammerhead shark's body.
"Ah! A Snow Devourer!" Did his grammar just improve? Thinking too much of this, I prepares for the combat.
"Shyvana, we'll do the pincer attack!" I nods in agreement to the king's shout and dash off to my left toward the gigantic beast's right arm. Flame erupts from my claws and slams on the arm. It seems undaunted, perhaps the furs are too thick, and the cold is draining out the flame's life too much to keep it burning. I feels conflicted, then I hears the beast roars with pain as blood flow out of its left shoulder. Tryndamere had wounded it. He held on to his sword like a demon fused to a cursed blade, he screams as he ruthlessly slash at the beast's side. I closes my eyes in shame, I felt weak, too weak to be always protected, Talon, Garen, Katarina, Ashe, and Tryndamere had always protected her since her escape from the Gold Palace. A bloodcurdling scream then pierces my mind. I opens my eyes again and look toward Tryndamere. He's been caught by the beast's right arm, I was suppose to keep the very arm busy... it's my fault. The nails are digging into Tryndamere's flesh, his mouth wide as a coconut, his eyes as large as his hand, I can see his veins popping on his neck...he's in a critical condition. I have no choice, be it life or death, I have to draw out more flames.
I focused intensely on my powers and the flame danced around me. I leaps up and grabs on the right arm of the beast, the furs begins to sizzle then torched. The beast roared, releasing the wounded king from its grasp and tries to shake the clinging salamander from the arm. Realizing the futile of his attempt, he decides to picks me up with the other arm wounded from Tryndamere's attacks. I notices what it's trying to do and throw a stream of flame with my right claw toward the danger closing in. Ignoring the pain of heat, it grabs at me, missing his target, but managed to grab hold of my ponytail. Shrieking from the pain many would know from having hairs pulled I grabs at my hairs to keep it from being torn apart. The beast brings me close to its face, I glance with fierceness and pain. The beast growls at me hungrily, and I could see the whiteness of its fangs, it kept them nice and tidy, as there are no gaping between each, and the beast unlatch its jaw to prepare to devour me. Eternal blackness inside the mouth, I fears the worst. Staring at the death in its face, the end grows closer and closer. I glances for a moment toward Tryndamere's body. He's unconscious from all of the blood loss... I sighs and laughs at my futility of life. The beast release me into its mouth, the entrance seals as soon as I enters.
Gulps No chewing... what a beast with appetites. I laughs again at foolishness of not dying from being eaten, instead I'm going to die from being boil inside its stomach. Blackness everywhere. Being wet from the stomach fluid make me unable to generates flame. Quite a pleasing and roomy place, I would loves to sleep here if it wasn't going to kill me. I sits waiting for my eventual demise. Not a moment later, I hears the beast crash onto the ground, groaning with crackling noise outside. A fade sound of nothingness, then a quick cutting noise. Soon... light appears from the stomach wall, a cut was made in its gut. Did Tryndamere save me was my thought as I climbs through the opening, greeted by nothingness. I then looks toward where Tryndamere was before I was swallowed...he's still unconscious on the snowy ground, with his wounds frozen over. I looks around, and spots a split second sight of a boomerang shaped headgear disappearing behind a frozen pillar...
