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The pain was immediate, searing, and absolute. Fallon’s senses ignited in revolt against her body. It wasn’t just a wound- it was an invasion. Silver had torn through flesh and bone like molten fire, and every beat of her heart pushed that fire through her veins, igniting nerves, muscles, organs, every fragile part of her that she had ever thought indestructible.
It felt as though her blood itself had turned to acid, boiling from the inside, eating along every artery and vein. Every inhalation drew pain deeper into her lungs, every exhale was a scream trapped in her throat. She arched and writhed, unable to control herself as her body shifted back violently, as if the agony had claimed her body entirely.
Her inherent Garou resilience offered her no reprieve. Steel she had faced a hundred times, blades, arrows, claws, fangs, but none had ever burned like this. Silver was alive, sentient, whispering in the language of destruction through every fiber of her being. The world fractured around her, snow turning to fire, the cold night air biting only at the edges of her awareness.
Her limbs betrayed her, legs buckling beneath her. She rolled in the snow, thrashing, leaving a trail of crimson as her teeth ground against the pain that refused to relent. Every nerve screamed, every heartbeat a hammer blow, every pulse of her poisoned blood a promise of obliteration.
She tasted her own blood, though it tasted of silver, acrid and metallic, and it burned like acid on her tongue. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think beyond the single, consuming truth. This was death, this was fire, this was agony incarnate, and it would not stop until she was nothing but ash.
Victoria. She heard her yelling. There was a flurry of motion around her but her world was spinning.
"Vi... run.." she quietly begged, wanting her wife safe when she could not be there beside her. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as darkness dragged her under.
It felt as though her blood itself had turned to acid, boiling from the inside, eating along every artery and vein. Every inhalation drew pain deeper into her lungs, every exhale was a scream trapped in her throat. She arched and writhed, unable to control herself as her body shifted back violently, as if the agony had claimed her body entirely.
Her inherent Garou resilience offered her no reprieve. Steel she had faced a hundred times, blades, arrows, claws, fangs, but none had ever burned like this. Silver was alive, sentient, whispering in the language of destruction through every fiber of her being. The world fractured around her, snow turning to fire, the cold night air biting only at the edges of her awareness.
Her limbs betrayed her, legs buckling beneath her. She rolled in the snow, thrashing, leaving a trail of crimson as her teeth ground against the pain that refused to relent. Every nerve screamed, every heartbeat a hammer blow, every pulse of her poisoned blood a promise of obliteration.
She tasted her own blood, though it tasted of silver, acrid and metallic, and it burned like acid on her tongue. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think beyond the single, consuming truth. This was death, this was fire, this was agony incarnate, and it would not stop until she was nothing but ash.
Victoria. She heard her yelling. There was a flurry of motion around her but her world was spinning.
"Vi... run.." she quietly begged, wanting her wife safe when she could not be there beside her. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as darkness dragged her under.