SWP :: Gods do die Part II

SWP :: Gods do die Part II

Crystarius Posts: 13

Up For Adoption atk: 3.5 | def: 6.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 10 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Adoptable

08-24-2015, 11:38 PM

My crystals connect with the corrupted bear's flesh and a snarl rips through my chest, guttural and glorious. The damage is minor, a clump of fur falls to the ground leaving his skin bare and exposed on his left shoulder. Somehow I'd managed to come out unscathed thus far. Despite my position amongst the chaos. I back up several paces, allowing my red eyes to quickly scan my surroundings. Some had arrived to the bear's defense, but most had rallied behind the Helovian god. Old winter was seriously outnumbered and a pang of regret twisted in my gut. It wasn't a rational reaction. Not really. Not if you knew what those in the Rift had been through. But the loyal colt deep inside of me was screaming for this to stop - hoping, wishing and praying that everything would just go back to the way it was before I'd been sucked through a portal into this new place.

I'm not sure what's more surprising - the fact that the majority of the bear's supporters are those from Helovia or that so many from the Rift had thrown their support to the other god.

In fairness, though, the Helovian's didn't know what our gods had done or how we'd lived. They did see a corruptness in their own god. True, I had thrown in my support to attack the bear but I didn't fight him for Sparky. I fought him for me. I fought him for all the shit he did, all the pain he caused. I couldn't deny that part of me longed to attack Sparky, too - for meddling where he shouldn't, for being just as likely to end up as corrupt as the gods in the Rift. Old winter was right about that. I could see it now. It is only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan and Helovia suffers the same fate as the Rift.

Magic was shooting out everywhere, adding to the chaos of the moment. Fire. Water. Ice. All mingling with blood - both ours and his. His blood had the tendency to burn anything it touched but before I could plan my next attack and move again - words were being exchanged between the gods. Words that only enraged me more. I couldn't trust either of them, they'd made that abundantly clear, but my old god remained the largest threat. My red eyes notice the severed left paw and as the bear begins to move, limping and swiping as he goes, I loop around to his other side - granting him as much space as I can manage in an effort to avoid his teeth and claws. I remain quiet, trying now to fly under the radar and catch him off guard. I watch carefully, seeing the white mare with blood on her face charge at the bears right front leg. I follow as quickly as I can, hoping to throw my bulk at the bear just behind his right front leg around the same time as the mare. Hopefully I could knock him off balance enough that he would stumble. It was a risky move getting so close to his teeth and claws but I want him dead.

I want him to pay for all the pain he's caused.

[Loops around in front of the bear to his right side, notices Ophelia charging towards the right front leg, then charges and attempts to throw himself at the bear just behind his right front leg in an attempt to throw him off balance.]

CRYSTARIUS

Team Time God (because, you know, lesser of two evils and all that jazz.)