Blood's Sacrifice

Prologue

Blue lightning shrieked through the gloomy, overcast afternoon sky, followed by an echoing, deafening thunderclap; all to strike heat within a flash's notice. A darkly burning fire waged war amongst the clouds that parted by the force, followed by the lingering lightning intensifying... roaring... and swiftly changing hues. The lightning, now purple in hue, struck harder than anything that had ever been felt in the atmosphere previous, bringing back the primal fear of the unknown onto the very Earth itself.

The unmistakable anger left a creature falling all the way down, no different from a crashing dart with shreds of the bolts' remnants left rippling through the precious white of their fur. A darker figure with wings quickly swooped forward and followed, dragging them down from the skies with claws planted firmly into their neck... sinking deeper and deeper until they both found themselves plummeting into the ground with a crash that shook the foundations.

Once the dust had settled, a small pool of blood started to slowly fill within the crater, for which the larger beast's sharpness had pierced all the way through their throat. The white, swiftly becoming drenched with the running, warm red ooze which began to stain the few lilac highlights along their body; along with some of the creature's dark mane. She groaned with a pained whimper, involuntarily coughing at the seams... those light violet eyes staring into the dark red contrast that willed to sorely deliver.

"Self-proclaimed daughter of the cosmos," The feral literally spat to the other amongst the backdrop of a crumbling, decimated city. "Trei... you can rest assured that you do, in fact, bleed."

He kept his claws digging into her neck region repeatedly, not getting any more tired of it, and never any less pleasured. Bits of red splattered, spraying everywhere the more the struggling cries amplified, and her weakening limbs trying desperately to get his own grip off. His face, along with a pair of saber-toothed fangs which ran all the way down in a menacing gleam did not hold back on any such remark of a smirk within the bloody exchange.

"I think you do seem a bit under the weather," He noted, continuing, "Perhaps ill... mmm, you really don't seem to be dying, after all. I wonder how that's going for you."

Drawing in one last time, she motioned her body in such a way as to get two amplified kicks simultaneously against his underside, which had become covered in a similarly lilac hued celestial energy of her own making. He was immediately launched back and stunned, but she knew very well that such a thing was temporary. The pain Trei felt was unlike anything else she had ever experienced before in her life, which made it even more overwhelming against the very fiber of her being. Nevertheless, she got up and stood her ground, her neck swiftly beginning to heal by itself... yet not as quickly as she had hoped.

As the dust clouds settled against her vision, the celestial soon realized that he was not there. Instead, the sound of a bizarre crackling bolted all the way into her senses once more... the rhythmic flapping of wings delayed, as if time itself had slowed down from her perspective. Behind her, blue lightning morphed into the purple, sickening madness of a near-death experience. She dodged, but was struck by the lingering bolts which spread widely everywhere amongst the crater, the hue of the electrical energy surging through him always matching with the sclera of his very own vision, even when idle. The destructive power tore through dirt like paper, stray thunderstrokes carving wildly with an insane ferocity. It returned to his blue before fading, but the signs of the technique had not gone unnoticed, wrapping up her body in a stark paralysis as it twitched uncontrollably.

After pulling his paw out from the impact point, he started walking over to her whilst her motions were rendered stagnant. Meanwhile, Trei could only view her attacker with a blinking, blurry gaze; she could not move.

"...Anything else to hit me with?" He stood, staring at her like a predator to his prey within the pure, unflinching rage and despise. "I'm waiting."

She coughed up some more blood, the self-healing of her neck almost complete, which was just enough to rasp for air as he bent down, and rested his large claws over the exposed flesh once more.