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Firecracker - Megaera - 12-03-2015 The sun sat high in the sky, fierce and hot even as Tallsun drew closer and closer to its end. It drowned the Dragon’s Throat in light and heat, the blessed qualities on the God that held sway of this land where all was a testament to his beauty. Others shunned the desert, the blistering heat, but for the Sun’s Sultana it was in her blood; the sand it was hearth and home and—at least for now—all was well. Yes, she had faced challenges--apparently being a good leader was was not so easy—and she had had to work to mend the mistakes she had made. Still, she had her position, her honor, her herd and as always was determined to continually prove herself worthy of all three. Most importantly, she had her children. Three lights in her life that instead of making all else seem dim by comparison, brightened every aspect of it. Her son Nizho was bold and adventurous; Meg was always thankful that Gwaihir didn't mind helping her keep tabs on the boy who had started to roam almost the day he was born. Little Asavvi was an odd one, considering both her parents. She was as sweet and patient as anyone Meg had ever met and asked more questions than there were minutes in the day. She watched her two youngest grow and with a great pride allowed them to venture off on their own for longer and longer periods. It was bittersweet, not to have them always at her side when they were so dearly loved but their growing independence had a silver lining. Meg now had more time to give back to her first love: her elder daughter Mordecai. The twins had taken so much of her energy lately that Megaera's hours with Mordecai had been painfully limited. They would remedy that now that that Nizho and Asavvi could be left to their own devices for a while and she hoped they would start today. Her darling girl was a wild thing, so often willful and rude. She had a great talent for being a pain in the ass, and now that she was nearing womanhood there was little hope that she would change anytime soon. Meg loved her for every bit of it. The mother had a fierce and blazing pride that her daughter had grown so strong, both in body and soul. Even when she completely disregarded Meg’s orders—like in sneaking Nizho out of the Throat for field trips—she always had to admire the brazen sort of confidence that those rebellions required. Mordecai would make a fine warrior, Megaera thought, if that was what she chose. Hard not to when one was blood of the Warden and raised by the Sunspear. The Sultana entered the arena, resplendent. It was high noon, and she was fresh and cooled from a dip in the lake. Still slightly damp, her summer’s coat and clean feathers gleamed in the sun. Excited for her little baby’s first test, she moved towards the center of the ring at a jaunty trot. In the middle she halted, and swept down with her broad wings as she lifted in a little rear and called to her daughter. “Mordecai!” The shout was welcoming, exciting, challenging, and a grin spread across Megaera’s face. There were so many things to teach her, and they’d see if she had an instinct for battle. Somehow Meg was sure she would. "." ooc:: YAY! A mother/daughter spar for @Mordecai - everything allowed - Mordecai can have the first attack IF SHE DARES!!! lol attack:: 0/3 words:: 578 summary:: Meg comes into the DT arena on foot, calls for her precious wittle baby girl. magic:: none used injuries:: none yet setting:: Midday, cloudless sky, Air is still, dry and hot. Dragon's Throat Arena - "A large ring (soccer-field size) made of metal brambles which curve inward and boast blunted tips, a reminder for any competitors to stay inside. At various intervals tall metal trees with wide branches stand amid the brambles, offering perches for pegasus to sit and watch the arena happenings. There are two entrances on the north and south side of the arena, about a horse length in width, to enter/exit through." Image Credits RE: Firecracker - Mordecai - 12-21-2015
@Megaera RE: Firecracker - Megaera - 01-11-2016 The first sight of her dark daughter had Megaera’s playful grin twitching at the corners of her mouth; she always looked forward to a good spar and the bonding time with Mordecai would only add to the fun. A careless laugh started deep in her throat but met its quick death when she failed to find any trace of humor reflected back at her. Chance and not blood had given them the same eyes but while hers had been alight with pride and excitement she only saw a strange, steely sort of determination in Mordecai’s black pools. Megaera had always had a temper, it could not be denied, it flared quickly when there was cause but often faded just as fast. There had always been a different cast to the anger she glimpsed in the filly she had been given to love and cherish, and because she could not comprehend the reason for it the Sunspear had tried to ignore it altogether. To her it seemed to be a colder anger than she had ever felt—something of stone, not fire—that was rooted so deeply she’d never had a chance of stopping it. Now, Meg thought she saw a bit of it and as the girl came to a stop, facing her in the great arena, all thoughts of training fell away. Her ears fell slightly, and a quizzical concern fell over her face in the seconds they stood squared against each other. Had she done something? Had something happened? Perhaps this isn’t the time to train… she thought, and began to take a step forward, speaking more softly, “Mordec—EEAAHHH!!!!” Megaera’s word was turned into a scream. Shock drove the sound just as much as the pain did, and that was considerable. All at once her entire body was seized in a searing vice as her own blood began to burn. What is this? Why?! her mind could barely form the questions but she could never have spoken them as she only yelled in a wild outrage at the fire in her veins. Every part of her body that needed blood was captive to it—and that meant every part of her. Muscles stiffened and quivered, trying to reject the conflagrating fluids her heart traitorously pumped out and all other senses seemed to fall away because she could feel only the burning that seemed like it would last forever. Even when the acid abated, it did not go quietly. Her blood ran red again but her daughter’s magic left the damage it had made on her insides and the sting of it made every movement agonizing. Where she had vein close to the surface, namely around her face and lower legs, the acid had eaten holes through her skin and now small red rivulets dripped slowly from the burns. Awareness roared back to her but not in time to avoid her daughter’s charge. Finally able to feel more than the fire, Megaera recognized first the pressure of teeth on the back of her neck, pushing her head downward. “NO!” The roar was raspy and the movement that accompanied it was instinctive, violent, for in those first few seconds of consciousness she forgot that it was someone she loved that stood above her. The Sunspear’s head thrashed and her neck twisted, trying at once to wrench it away from Mordecai’s grip and bring her own snapping teeth to the patch of neck behind her daughter’s ears—a place she had so tenderly nuzzled so many times before. Her goal, still still running on instinct as her thoughts fought their way back from the acidic takeover, was to avoid being caught under her taller opponent at all costs. Her wings snapped open and swept down again as she tried to lift her front half into a rear. Hooves flailed toward chest and face to force her opponent back. "." ooc:: attack:: 1/3 words:: 648 summary:: Meg tries to speak but is interrupted by Mordecai's acid magic. Body seizes for the duration of the magic, she stands still-ish and can only yell. Comes back to conciousness when the acid abates but is still buned and in pain. Mordecai is already forcing her head downward. She tries to twist her head out of her grip to bite the top of Mordecai's neck and rear with forelegs thrashing towads her head and chest. injuries:: Internal burns throughout body, small open sores on her face and lower legs, bleeding slightly Image Credits @Mordecai RE: Firecracker - Mordecai - 01-28-2016
RE: Firecracker - Megaera - 02-16-2016 Oh, it hurt. every second, every movement that twitched a blood vessel jarred some internal burn. The whole body needed blood, it was everywhere and so when her own blood had betrayed her, turned to acid, there was not a place it didn’t reach. Megaera had been burned before, had nearly lost a wing and her life in the fiery pit of Helovia’s Heart, but those burns, dimmed by memory stretched over the span of years, had not hurt half so much as these. She felt scorched, corroded, rusted and mangled from the inside out and she could not rest, could not heal or even be fucking still because someone, something, was still attacking her. When logic was gone, when emotion was stripped, when memory and mind were whittled down to the barest instinct and the essential parts of her heart laid bare for all to see, there was no part of Meg that could allow herself to just lie down and take it. She had mounted her attack before she could be inhibited by the identity of the target. The Sunspear felt her hooves smack against her opponent’s chest and there was a savage pleasure in it, a coursing stream of satisfaction in the well-placed hit. Megaera felt her hooves strike against her daughter’s chest and her stomach turned over on itself, a roiling pit of guilt at striking her child in anger. She had struck, again and again, before the severity of her actions alighted in her mind, and perhaps if time had slowed, the widening of her eyes, the horror that crossed her face, would have been plainer to see. The weight over her hind legs shifted, she tried to shuffle back, to move away, to stop! This couldn’t be happening; this wasn’t the friendly spar she had intended; this wasn’t the fight she’d been looking for. This wasn’t her daughter. She was never yours. Some small, ugly voice whispered it into her mind. No! The Earth God gave her to me. Einarr gave her to me. She is mine. Mine! Mine to protect and to love! Meg might have taken that little voice, that little doubt, and crushed it with all the might she could muster, but all on the sudden she was burning again. It was different this time, in the muscles more than the blood, but that didn’t mean much. Again she screamed, vicious, angry, hurting beyond all that she had felt before and all she could imagine. Again, her limbs seized: front legs retracting, wings half folding behind her. Smaller…be smaller and the pain will be too. Beyond the burning there was big, black wall coming toward her. The solid mass of Mordecai would not stop and she was placed so precariously, half-way in the air. Mordecai hit Meg with a force that knocked the breath from the mother’s lungs. Her scream ceased, not because the pain had but there was no breath left to give it volume. Megaera’s mouth was gaping, trying to breath in of breathe out, anything to get the air moving and inside the muscles that moved instinctively in the search for oxygen only burned from the fluid that had built up and turned traitorous. Black eyed searched but saw only sky; an endless swath of uninterrupted, open blue. Was she flying now? Her mind tried to cling to that simple and comforting thought for it was so much sweeter than the moment’s reality. She wasn’t flying, but falling; the ground rushed up to meet her and so inhibited was she by her daughter’s magic that the Sunspear did not shift, or twist or do anything whatsoever to prepare herself for landing. There was a sickening snap. The right wing, half extended, had bent the wrong way before her weight came crashing down. She found her breath then, gasping and laid out on her back while the dark body of her opponent moved around her. Get up. You have got to get up! she shouted it at herself, but oh, everything hurt so much…. She drew in oxygen and drew on something from much deeper within herself, within her soul. The magic of her rank surged, pumped like adrenaline through her body, numbing the aches and breaks and burns. The strength of warriors that had come before her, the strength of her own spirit, like a balm against everything that held her down. Megaera thrashed, twisting her to bring her legs under her and launch her up and forward. She followed, though Mordecai was already up and away, pushing through pain and caution to accelerate as quickly as she was able. She kept head low and aimed her to snap sharply at her daughter’s heels. Trip her, Meg thought, pin her, and stop this madness. "." ooc:: attack:: 2/3 words:: 799 summary:: Meg hits Mordecai in the chest and then, coming to her senses, tries to shuffle away. Before she can, Mordecai’s magic seizes her muscles and her shove sends Meg of balance and falling backwards. Her right wing, not properly position breaks on the radial bone. She lays gasping for a moment a Mordecai runs past then calls on her rank magic [Warrior’s Spirit] to numb her pain and get up. She chases after Mordecai, aiming a bite at her back heals to try and trip her. Image Credits @Mordecai RE: Firecracker - Mordecai - 03-10-2016
RE: Firecracker - Time - 03-11-2016 Mordecai defaults to Megaera. Megaera receives 0.5 VP. |