SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II)

PARELIA
Honest hearts are undercover. We are shadows on our own

Hazel eyes flashed angrily as her flames merely singed and mildly burnt the beast. A screech from her soul-mate drew the mare's attention away. "PENNA!" She screamed flying towards the falcon even as he was knocked from the skies. Fear thrummed through her heart as her eyes grew wide and everything else vanished. The bird hit with a thump the air knocked from his lunges, feathers singed, he lay at the base of a tree. Cream hooves thundered down next to him as her muzzle flew to his feathery body. "P...Penna?" Tiny head lifted and he cooed softly at her. Relive flooded her lithe body as she gazed down at him. Lowering her head she allowed him to peck and claw his way up to her withers. 'Lets get you somewhere safe sweetheart. Then I'll make that thing pay...'

Carefully she flew up and away hoovering beside a tree well out of harms away. He settled himself in the crook of a large branch tucking his head under a tender wing. 'I'll be back with a healer once this is all done.' He cooed once more before the mare flew back to the fight.

Fresh vigor and anger sounded through ever fiber of her being as she circled the crowd once. Bright eyes caught sight of Ktulu charging in for an attack, and she dove to help. Landing beside the dark mare she reared sharp hooves aiming for the back of the tiger's elbow, hoping to pop it out of place. She wanted to make this fucking beast pay for what she had done to Penna. May she fell the wrath of a bonded mare. After slamming down the mare knew she couldn't contain the fire burning within her chest any more. She flew away; up towards the cat's face. Blue flames erupted along her body. Still trying not to cause harm to anyone else she tried to fly in front of the massive cat's face. If her plan worked she would run her flames along the cat's face, maybe draw it's attention away from everyone else. Now she was thankful for the blood Penna had gouged from her neck and shoulder, maybe that would aid her in this fight.

Speaking Penna

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Notes; TEAM EARTH!!!! Penna hits a tree she takes him away. Then she comes back and lands beside @Ktulu and tries to knock the tiger's elbow forward and out of socket. Unable to hold her magic in any longer she tries to fly infront of the tiger's face sweeping along infront of her snout trying to burn it as much as possible and avoid everyone else.

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RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Enna - 10-27-2015

something filled up my heart with nothing

Pain. It is the first thing that registers within the darkness. You try to pull from it, try to remove yourself from the burning substance that seems to just stick, your mass too heavy to budge anyways. There is screaming, though you do not know where it comes from, if it is you or someone else, real or something spawned within this abyss. You can feel something near, something substantial linger near you, a voice cutting through the screams that is all too loud, all too sharp. Quiet, you try to say but you know nothing fumbles from your lips, your body numb save for the agony that has consumed much of your left side as well as your head. The presence is followed by a second one, a silent one, and a third that as its voice reaches you it is familiar. ‘Enna,’ she says, and something inside you stirs, a flicker of light visible from behind the curtain of your eyelids. It stings, whatever she does next, the smell not altogether unpleasant though certainly strange, something that sticks out amongst the throng of sweat and blood and fear. Another stumbles about, thankfully wordlessly, before his movement becomes silenced as well. It sends a spark of panic through you, your body feeling nothing beneath it or above it in any direction, save for the aching. Besides their movement you had nothing tying you to the earth, and this feeling of weightlessness is enough to make you sick. It is almost too much to bear, the heat of tears filling the space between eyelid and eye uncomfortably as you try once more to move, to break from whatever this prison you have found yourself in is. ‘Enna!’ But this one, this is not only familiar; it pulls at you, quells your panic if only for a fraction of a second, brings the world into your grasp again. ‘Enna,’ Quiet this time, and yet it forces you awake, his name on your lips as you stir against the ground, his breath hot and oddly comforting against your cheek, his touch enough to make you forget everything else. ‘Will she be all right?’

“I’m—“ hurting, I’m hurting, it fucking burns. But it does not matter. “okay, I’m okay.” He matters. The seemingly distant images of him too close to jaws that would bring death sending your heart into a fit as it spirals down, down, down, to the floor of your stomach, and too heavy to hold, matters. You swing your head around, eyes blinking against the brightness as you struggle to find him despite knowing exactly where he stands, too entirely far although he is physically close, too far when you only want to feel him, touch him, breathe him. And so you fight against the weight of your limbs, your mind swimming within your head, too disconnected from your body for your movements to be anything short of pitiful as you try once, twice, thrice, before finally lurching from the ground on shaky legs, stumbling just far enough to find your chest colliding as gently as possible with his side, his scabs rough against your flesh, causing a grimace, but the wounds are healing, so your lips trace nimbly over every possible inch to make sure that he is whole instead of fretting over something old in this moment. It is only as they move up his neck, pass under the thick curls of hair, to the defined line of his jaw that you freeze, the acrid stench of blood fresh and wet as it permeates your skin, sends your nostrils flaring, your eyes shooting open once more in to the blinding light and the darkness of the shadows in the trees, the contrast too much and not enough all at once.

“Rohan,” what is enough is the dark stain trickling down against his sand-carved face, angry and red and too out of place to ever be anything but alarming. “Please, don’t stay here.” A mumble against his cheek, your eyes desperately searching through heavy, elongated blinks for his gaze, for a reason to the stream of blood seemingly pouring from his ear. “Let me—” you inhale sharply, your body trembling from the pain that sears your shoulder, the exposed tissue and muscle caked grotesquely with tar burning like a thousand suns, eclipsed only by your concern, your need for him, for him to be as far away from here as possible. It is only then that you call upon your magic, only then that nothing is your answer. It does not spark to life, does not swell like a current through you. It does nothing, and the emptiness is more lonely than you ever could have imagined. You try again through your hazy mind, the act of concentration enough to exhaust your already exhausted body, your eyes widening with a new sense of terror as this sole realization clutches at your heart. “L-et-let me help you, please—please.” The words barely make it out, more of a croak than anything else as the lump in your throat grows, eyes leaking a wetness that is not quite tears as your desperation settles in, the disconnect from your magic, your ability to help, opening the floodgates to the panic you had so far managed to suppress. “We can’t stay here.” But you do not wait for an answer, dreading the possibility of questions. You turn your head as quickly as you can manage to acknowledge the dappled man, your lord and your prince, to Tia, even though their attentions are focused elsewhere, before you brush tenderly past your sandstone man, slowly making your way to the fringes of the fight with the full expectation for him to follow.

team earth god/lets gtfo
SO IM REALLY SORRY SHE KIND OF IGNORED CICERON/DEIMOS/TIA/EREBOS, SHE WAS SUPER OUT OF IT AND JUST WANTED ROHAN. BUT I PROMISE I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS LATER <3
first chunk is basically her still knocked out/in a semi conscious state but nothing actually happens outside of her mind as far as her actions go
she then wakes up and stumbles to rohan and notices the blood from HFH, tries to heal him but is way too mentally/physically exhausted to, then plans to rescue him from the battle to tend to him elsewhere instead

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Ilios - 10-27-2015

Ilios

He grins as his hooves glance off of the beast's head. Sure it wouldn't knock the thing out or even kill it, but at least he made contact. Next he turned his attention to Ranjiri and protecting her. Then a voice he had never wanted to hear cry out like that shook the air. 'Mother, Penna!' Instantly he flew up towards the cream and white mare. Silver eyes flashed with fear as he saw her sailing towards her falcon. He flew above the fray watching them ready to fly in and help if they needed him. Relive flickered through his body as he watched Penna climb on his mother and them fly off. The falcon would be okay; he would make sure a healer saw to them before they left.

Turning back with new anger in his heart the stallion turned back to the fight eyes searching carefully. He saw a younger filly flying towards the tiger. He races to her side, hooves poised to strike along side her. He is careful to watch her, ready to take any backlash for the young mare. If he could help it, she would not get hurt. He much rather take every ounce of pain upon himself than allow anyone else to feel the sting of it. 'Gods if anyone has to get hurt again let it be me! Keep my families safe, take me instead!' He closed his eyes for a moment taking a deep breath before opening his mouth and letting forth a warrior cry to end all cries.
Wonderings Talking
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OOC: TEAM EARTH!!! Flies up to check on Penna and Parelia then dives with @Naerys and tries to smash the tiger's spin and take any damage that might affect her.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. ~ Robert Frost

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Ranjiri - 10-27-2015

It gave me a sick feeling in my stomach to hear and feel the tiger's bones being crushed under my hooves. I knew that we had to fight against her to protect Helovia, but it still didn't feel right to fight and kill and for my own sanity and peace of mind I hoped that it would never feel right to me. I barely registered Ilios as he landed next to me, I was too focused on fighting against the tiger and hoping that the battle would end soon. Evil or not I still didn't feel like it was right to make anything suffer before death finally took over.

The cut my horn made was shallow and as the tiger moved I backed away from her and was thankfully out of reach of its claws and teeth. I could see the little filly that I had protected during the Moon Goddess' battle get thrown across the battlefield and my heart lurched. Another mare was trapped under the tiger's paw and another was slashed by its claws as it fought to stay alive while we fought to kill it. Then I saw Dragomir across the battlefield, fire dancing around his legs from whatever sloppy fiery attack someone thought was appropriate.

It was overwhelming and after three previous god fights I hated it.

The screams, the cries, the roars, the smell of blood, everything that went along with the fight left me feeling sick to my stomach and I wanted to run away from it all. In the end my sense of duty and my loyalty to my herd and my friends was what made me stay. That was was what made me join the others that were attacking the tiger's chest. I could only hope and pray that my horn would pierce the tiger's heart and kill it so that it wouldn't suffer anymore and so no one else would be injured in a fight that never should have been ours.

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you won’t forget the heavy steps it took to let it go
close your eyes, count to ten, hold your breath and fly

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TEAM EARTH
tries to stab the tiger's chest and hopes to hit its heart

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Mordecai - 10-27-2015

She was doing good. She was doing so good until some assbag of a pegasus slammed into her in the air and knocked her to the ground. It all happened so fast and the girl was so new at flying that she couldn't catch herself before she hit the ground. Her right leg was the first to hit the ground, but then she kept falling. She flapped her wings, trying to catch herself, but her side hit the ground and her wing was trapped at an awkward angle under her. Pain shot through the wing joint into her shoulder and in her pain her anger skyrocketed. Mordecai clambered to her hooves, her black eyes wild as she searched for the feathery asshole that had knocked her out of the sky.

The main problem was that she didn't know which feathery asshole was the one that had knocked her down. As she looked around she saw the equine filly that had shouted at Abraham over her stupid feather and a unicorn stallion attacking Abraham. She couldn't help but think that the two of them were incredibly stupid for attacking Abraham instead of the tiger, but he was a big boy and could crush them easily enough on his own.

Mordecai's anger had lost a little of its edge, which allowed her to focus on the tiger once more. It was bleeding and blinded and needed to just die. The dark girl kept her hooves firmly on the ground as she focused her magic once more on the tiger. Instead of going for the eyes again she attempted to turn the blood that coursed through every inch of the tiger's massive body into acid. Maybe her acid would eat away veins and arteries and make the tiger bleed out where it stood. She hoped.

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MORDECAI

when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones

_♥
TEAM EARTH
tries to turn the tiger's blood to acid

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Vadim - 10-27-2015

look into my eyes</style>
its where my demons hide
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It all seems to happen in slow motion. Vlasi is screaming in his head that Erthë is separated from her by the bodies of those fighting. The tiger's massive paw swipes and his daughter is sent flying across the battlefield. The forest he created disappears as he runs toward his daughter, but just as he reaches her she disappears and he's left standing, staring down at the place where she lay only a few seconds before. "Erthë!" Vadim shouts and he looks, desperate to find her and protect her because he can't lose her too.

When he sees her she is by the Earth God, surrounded by healers. The only one Vadim knows is Badger and that is only because he was present at her birth. He runs, shoving past anyone that stands in his way as he attempts to get to his daughter and when he reaches her he touches his muzzle to her cheek before he lifts his head to look at Badger. "How bad?" He demands and as he does so Vlasi curls up beneath Erthë's neck so the girl can use her as a pillow.

He wants to hit Badger, to shout at him and demand that he do everything in his power to help Erthë even though he knows that the gelding already would. "Help her." He says, anyway. "Do whatever you can. Please...." Then, even though he doesn't want to, he moves aside to let Badger do his job. He places himself in front of them, his ears back and his eyes hard as he stands guard because he won't allow anyone or anything else to hurt his child.

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protects @Erthë and @Badger

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Dovahkiin - 10-27-2015

Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!

It wasn't really a surprise when she felt herself being jostled on both sides, bodies bumping into her hard enough that she is certain bruises will blossom across her hide. They slowed her down, sent her off of her course which ultimately causes her to stop. She needed to readjust herself, and fast. The dark and brightly striped mare gave a quick sweep of the battlefield with her sickly green eyes. What in the fuck is she even doing here? This isn't her battle. She has no herd affiliation. Her loyalty is, as it always would be, to herself alone. It didn't make any sense that she felt compelled to attack the tiger with the rest of them. But she couldn't ignore the desire, couldn't ignore the incessant pull to feel her red-tipped antlers tear into the beasts flesh.

From somewhere, water spilled onto the tiger, granting her just enough time to find the beast again and zero in on her. With a renewed sense of vigor, the dragonborn surges forward; long dual-toned locks flowing behind her like a banner of death. Well-toned, firm muscles ripple beneath her striped hide and as she draws near she lowers her head once more to aim her antlers at the tiger's side. She longs to hear the sounds of her rack pummeling and tearing at the flesh, longs to hear the cries of pain from the beasts lips. In the precious seconds before potential impact, she finds herself praying to Akatosh for accuracy. She can't fail this time. She won't.

DOVAHKIIN

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Team Earth God
Gets bumped into and thrown off her course, causing her to pause. Isopia's water helps her to pinpoint the tiger and once again she charges at the tiger's side, hoping to hit it with her antlers.

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Beest - 10-27-2015

Beest

move through me - i'll be your triumph

Everything was burning. Beest's whole body filled itself with adrenalin. He wasn't able to stop coughing as smoke filled his lungs. Did these creatures care nothing about their environment? They were just burning everything to the ground as soon as they saw something that didn't float their boat. Sure, Beest didn't know what had been going on before the tiger appeared, snarling, dripping tar. Sure, it truly was a terrifying creature. But did they have to go berserk like they were doing now? Soon nothing would be alive on this island, what wasn't burnt already would be suffocated by the chemical smoke. As he decided to run as far away as he could from this curious war, a tremor shook him of his feet. Slight jolts of pain ran through his body as he got up. His knees turned red and sore, but there was too much going right now to worry about his tiny injury.
Instead of finding higher ground the bay decided to change his plan, as the sea seemed to remain calm. He would stay on lower ground instead, trying to avoid the toxic fumes as much as possible. As he attempted to gallop towards safety, head held low, nostrils flared wide open in an attempt to breathe in enough oxygen, a vaguely familiar figure welled up from the mist. As she rushed to close the gap between herself and Beest he slowed down to a full stop. His blank eyes stared at her, his body stuck in a barren stun. Her were characteristics so inevitable, there was no chance on the world it could be someone else. But he had never thought he would run into her again.
"Yeah, I'm alright. It's just a scratch. The tremors..." Just as he thought she didn't recognise him she started screaming his name. Beest couldn't suppress a grin as she grew more excited to see him and reached out to softly bump her nose. "Maren," he replied kindly. Wow, had she grown. His gaze followed her every movement. He nodded in agreement with her statement. This couldn't have been a worse timing if they tried, but inside his heart swell with a joy he had long forgotten. Again, he merely shook his head in response to what the tiger mare said. He was longing to catch up with his old friend, one of the few he actually truly connected to, but there was no time for such a thing in this chaos. "I just got here. I have no idea what's going on." He stated, though his tone was begging for some more explanation. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed the fires were getting worse, and the urge to leave grew as his body filled itself with adrenaline again.
He focused on Maren again and let his tongue speak the words that had been burning in his mind all along.
"What do I do?"

"talk talk talk"

Beest changes his mind about searching for higher grounds and decided to stick to lower grounds in order to avoid the smoke. Then he catches up with his old friend Maren.

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@Maren

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Aithniel - 10-27-2015

AITHNIEL

So curious this Earth God....
Her fire didn't quite reach the tigress, and she rolled her eyes in irritation. Somedays battles went her way, and others it seemed like divine intervention wholly defied logic. Then again, most of the divine, she noticed, defied logic. It was sometimes beautiful and sometimes terrible. Absently, she wondered if the Earth God truly believed that he was their salvation, a redeemer who kept them from enslavement. Were those from the Rift truly enslaved at all? In a a way they were all at the mercy of the Helovian gods, shackled to them for magic and accessories.

Wasn't that slavery? Forced dependency?

Aithniel narrowed her eyes curiously and hissed a breath as flames licked along her right leg. "Ow! Dammit!" she grunted, jumping away and shaking her head. The fire child jumped into the air then, spreading her wings and thinking about her unhatched egg. It was sitting safe in a secret location, somewhere far far away from this disaster. She wanted to be there when it cracked, unlike herself. She wanted to name it too. Take care of it in ways she was not. This battle needed to end, and quickly.

Fire was her only ally, and she kicked her heels together, igniting a spark that plumed into dangerous flames. She aimed at the tigress, a willing pawn in this battle of gods. Her hooves would not set foot beyond her allowed squares - not this time. Her fight against the moon goddess was enough to give her some wisdom to pick and choose her battles. This one was not worth fighting. Aithniel threw the fireball at the tigress, hearing the cries of anguish below. Some foal got hurt, apparently.

Perhaps she should have stayed home. Silver eyes, hard as stone and shimmering with apathy fought hard, determined to make it back to her egg - her only family.

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throws a fireball at tigress from the air

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Roskuld - 10-27-2015

Bullshit, you said.

You said into my head.

Actual words you said.

Bullshit, was the thing you decided to say to me.

The very first words you could form with your mental voice.

And it’s like…I dunno, I’d never been so proud of you before now.

You couldn’t have picked better words.

You were wrong and you felt wrong and so did the rest of the world—an entire universe I never even knew could possibly exist. And—honestly—it was doing a shitty job at doing that. I remember my Pa saying something about that bear god being “sick”. And if this was the place he had come from, then I knew full on that my Pa hadn’t been talking out his ass.

This was some Bull. Shit.

It’s no wonder my Pa had pulled that land out of the vortex of…of…whatever the hell this was. My mind couldn’t grasp it, its darkness and the twists of lime green bile and hate that swirled around so wrongly, such utter bullshit that made my eyes spin and my body throb all kinds of wrong, wrong, wrong. I didn’t know how I ended up there; the only thing I remember with concrete certainty was looking into the golden eyes of that Pretending Bitch and ream her ass a new one for trying to fuck it all up when our loved-ones were in danger (Did she have loved ones? Was she capable of stuff like that? Or did she think about it too hard—)

I guess sometime after the fight I’d been sucked into the vortex of sick that the rotting bear carcass had left behind—and I’m not sure how long I’d been in here, either.

Long enough to really know sickness, I guess.

Long enough for you to learn how to say bullshit and call out the world for what it was.

Long enough for my bones to ache, because this wasn’t my world and it was sick, sick, sick all over.

….no, I can’t say I know how long I’d been in there. It was dark though, dark in my head and in my eyes, so that it was something like…

….a dream…

…and when the world cracked around me and I felt something fresh wash over the land I wandered through—it felt like I was opening my eyes from a deep, deep slumber.

It didn’t feel like Pa but it was a god nonetheless (the buzz was unmistakable in my blood), and the rise in my spirit told me this was a power from a plane I knew well. It felt like the world tipped when the god of ~~bones~~ Earth (so many bones to pick with that guy) righted the wrongs of this land, just like it feels like to wake up from something too deep to handle—so my mind scrabbled to catch up to the scene that played out before me.

It was familiar (it’ll always be familiar, I should learn that soon), but that didn’t mean I had my head in it, anyway. A battle was unfurling, just like the last time—and just like the last time, dark and pale figures shifted about the claws of something yearning to fuck them up, and it turns out all of those figures were, in fact, pieces of my heart flitting around begging to be killed.

My family—my friends. All fighting a sickened god, while I laid there in the sand (fuck me) with bones too stunned to move and a head too shaken to see straight.

Bullshit.

[Team Bullshit

Summary: Has been trapped in the Rift for some time. Is thrust back into the Helovian plane along with the Riptide Isles and is too disoriented to fight. Kind of lays there and gurgles.]
"talking"

Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.

♥♥ kate has it going on

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Archibald - 10-27-2015

archibald
the dauntless
There is satisfaction in their movements of war before there is disappointment. Loretta's teeth sink into the flesh of the Tiger God before them, and the taste of iron--hot and warm and alluring--sends waves of determination through her body. Though small compared to this savage beast, the cur was as fierce as could be. In her heart, so closely tied to that of the Dauntless, she would always be ready and willing to battle, wage war, bring death. Even in the days when Archibald made her sit aside from his spars, she yearned to match his stride well and help him bring his opponents to their knees. The fact that their opponent now was a god did not change that. Loretta was as loyal to Archibald as she was her own self, and it would be hard to change that.

But someone, something managed to do so. The emotions that flowed between two hears and the thoughts that sparked between two minds severed, leaving a hollow space in the warlord's mind and a more primitive wall erected in the dog's.

As Archibald slammed into the Tiger he felt the hot, sticky tar run through the seams of his armor. An angry roar of pain left his throat and he thrust his body forward, trying to move away from the tar (that would eventually become fire around him). As he moved, the spot Loretta took up in his soul was suddenly gone. Panic rose in his heart like bile in the back of his throat, and vehemence boiled unbridled in his chest. Another roaring neigh left his throat, and through his pain the Dauntless shoved his weight forward and delivered a debilitating kick toward the Tiger God's back leg with his own, shod hind hoof. Simultaneously, Archibald summoned his magic to seize the tigress and turn her bones to stone.

"Loretta!" Archibald called out, golden eyes searching for his companion. He heard her yelp loudly, and watched as she staggered away from the tar and the tigress as the black substance--so like the ooze that dripped from his face not long ago--burst to flame. The red and white dog moved to safety, and out of the corner of his eye Archibald watched as a black and white figure was thrown to the ground. Loretta was behind it--it, being Roskuld, Archibald realized--and quickly the titan moved to get between the demigod and the tigress. OPHELIA! his mind screamed, golden eyes searching for the mother of this filly that lay grumbling in the lush grasses. Turning his massive body, Archibald lowered his head and waited like a mountain before Roskuld, ready to protect her with his life. As he did so, Archibald was covered in the familiar sensation of burned, ripped, demolished skin and muscle being stitched back together.

^i-mi

CONTEST WINNER -- TEAM EARTH GOD -- With a silenced bond, Loretta panics and runs from the fire. Confused, Archibald tries to talk to her but nothing happens. Angry, he suspects its because of the Tiger and tries to turn her bones to stone then kick her back leg with his back legs. Moves between the fight and ROSKULD to protect her. and calls mentally for OPHELIA. Mentions Resplendence's healing.

Roskuld, Ophelia @Random Event -- HFH (Ampere's magic hits him)

RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Rune - 10-27-2015

rune
It's always been us against the world.

Where was I?

I had been taken from the rift, and now I was in a strange new land. How did I know? Well besides the sickening transportation, it just felt... different.

Cold eyes watch from within the jungle, where a sleek figure hides. She isn't tall, but she isn't small either. She has the graceful looks of the andalusian, with her long mane and tail, rounded haunches and large shoulder. She also holds the lithe athletic figure of the warmblood, and the thoroughbred. Her barrel is long, a graceful warmblood neck, adorned with a handsome head and what would be a kind eye if it where not for the cold distant look that settled in them. Her legs where long, but not thin, holding some thickness, showing her warmblood heritage. Strength shows in her body, and even in her eyes. She holds herself with a regal manner, with confidence. Why wouldn't she have confidence?

So her eyes narrowed, as the scene unfolds in front of her. The battle raging on, and soon the damn tiger would be dead. There was no doubt. Not even a god could fight against the bombardment it was having.

For some time the black and gold adorned woman watches, but she soon decides that it is no battle she wishes to fight. In silence she turns, moving away and deep into the jungle. They needed no help. The woman doesn't even look behind her, but walks on, fading into the foliage. Maybe someone would notice, and follow after her. Maybe not. She didn't really care.

"Talk?"

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RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - Abraham - 10-27-2015

Fire and ice spewed from lethal jaws, though no element fell on the body of the Tigress like they had intended. Instead, ice blasted into the side of some unknown horse (what a stupid bastard, thought the gold). The fire from Gwyneverre does not hit anything, but merely singes the air above the Tigress. Snarling, fiery eyes move to watch as EREBOS moves to attack her bonded. Rage flutters in her draconian chest and she darts for the blue roan as he moves away from Abraham. Opening her jaws again, Gwyneverre blasts fire towards Erebos and attempts to land on his face by grasping his horn, slashing her hind claws wildly at his eyes. Brienne knows her sister is attacking those that attacked their bonded, but the golden queen tries to blast fire on the tigress once more.

The titan is suddenly thrust aside, the thwarting found in the strength of a storm. Narrowed eyes dart around for its cause, and he decided it was the fugly filly that had yelled at him before. He made a note to find her and remind her of his power, but as his thoughts boiled with the anger of being attacked with her magic, Abraham felt pain erupt on his flank. Roaring, the titan quickly turned his head and watched as the blue roan colt ran away from him after the attack. "COWARD!" Abraham screamed after him, moving gargantuan hooves to thunder after the smaller boy. The swooping of his dragon, however, makes Abraham move away. Kill him, Gwyn. He commanded across their bond, to which he was replied to with a piercing cry. Abraham turned and, though his flank was bleeding, moved headlong into the battle before him. Tucking his head down, when he thought himself close enough, the obsidian warrior quickly thrust his head up, trying to slice into the Tiger God's throat and bring her life out. The stallion arched and moved his body to stay clear of earthen spikes.

Holy water cannot help you now

See I've come to burn your kingdom down

TEAM EARTH GOD -- Gwyneverre (white dragon) attacks EREBOS' face. Brienne (gold dragon) blasts fire at the tigress again. Abraham is knocked aside by the storm, and sliced by EREBOS, but runs to attack the tigress' throat with his horns. Stays clear of all manner of spikes.]

@Erebos