The black snake that the Huntsman just used to kill the Ringmaster is the one that responds to Peridot's threat. Slithering from the Huntsman's body, it lunges to engage her, coiling its body around hers and tangling her limbs. It doesn't bite - not yet.
The Huntsman looms overhead, barely casting Peridot a glance.
"Go," the Huntsman says to his army. "Collect the remains of the Beast's stock... bring them here, so that the Mother of Invention might claim her prize."
The Hunt begins to move again, this time attacking the temple and the vines surrounding it in earnest. Steven puts up a fight, trying to keep the vines growing, but with enough powerful hands ripping away at their defenses, there is no hope but for it to fall.
Ignatius looks on with overwhelming dread multiple Wyld Fae dragging up his body into their clutches, talons digging deep and holding him immobile. Hot looking tears mist his red eyes, a few breaking free as he realizes that all hope is lost.
"No..." he says again, more softly. Imprisonment by the Winter Court was a dark pit he could not see himself escaping again.
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The Huntsman looms overhead, barely casting Peridot a glance.
"Go," the Huntsman says to his army. "Collect the remains of the Beast's stock... bring them here, so that the Mother of Invention might claim her prize."
The Hunt begins to move again, this time attacking the temple and the vines surrounding it in earnest. Steven puts up a fight, trying to keep the vines growing, but with enough powerful hands ripping away at their defenses, there is no hope but for it to fall.
Ignatius looks on with overwhelming dread multiple Wyld Fae dragging up his body into their clutches, talons digging deep and holding him immobile. Hot looking tears mist his red eyes, a few breaking free as he realizes that all hope is lost.
"No..." he says again, more softly. Imprisonment by the Winter Court was a dark pit he could not see himself escaping again.