The sand worm missed, but barely. Issen had feel to her knees, tripping over her dress. It growled and erected itself again, ready to attack, when all of a sudden, it started to shriek. It did so loudly, too, in what seemed to be pain.
Hyseada, Issen thought, a bit relieved as she rose to her feet and started to run away from the creature, least she was crushed under its' weight. However, the sand underneath her feet began to quake, causing her to fall once more.
It's friend, the woman realized as she unsheathed her dagger.
The sandworm rose from the ground, as sudden as a geyser. Poor Issen could only cling to a segment near its head for her dear life as it arched into the air and screeched as its' friend did, alarmed. The sandworm's companion was dying, and it didn't understand why. Issen would have otherwise been aware, if not sympathetic of her stead's plight had she not been so caught up in the moment; so her fantasy to ride one had came true, some what. Though her situation was dire and Hyseada's life was in danger, she couldn't help but to find this one moment fun. But it was just for one moment, for the creature dove for the sand again. With a yell, Issen jumped off before she could be dragged under, herself.
If I was to truly ride one of those, I'd never be able to survive, she realized, disappointed.
However, the creature wasn't gone completely yet, for her body shook and began to get buried in sand as its' body violently tore through the desert, scared off. Issen couldn't move properly, so she covered her face with her hands, careful not to stab herself with the dagger, and shut her eyes. She only opened them again when the earth beneath her was still and she could hear the violent ripping of flesh and the watched as the sandworm bleed its' guts out. Issen scrambled to her feet as it came crashing down, a few yards away from her. When it was perfectly still, she rushed by the dead beast's side, searching for her triumphant companion. Again, she was sure he wasn't dead, but she was now starting to wonder if he had been injured by the deed, or even poisoned. There were tales of animals with poisonous blood, right?
She shuddered at the stench of the sandworm, suddenly feeling quite ill. The woman touched its' exterior, curiously ; it was hard, though it was clear its' insides look squishy. It oozed of slime. Issen slowly moved towards the face, to get a better look, when she heard Hyseada calling for her. A bright smile spread across her face as she peeked her head towards the other side of the creator; there he was, on his knees. She sheathed her dagger and flew to his side.
"Are you alright?" she asked as she removed her veil and used it to start cleaning him up. He looked fine, thank goodness.