raise you like a phoenix [warrior meeting]

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[OPEN] raise you like a phoenix [warrior meeting]

Albrecht Posts: 249

Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen

#17

03-15-2017, 08:43 AM

ALBRECHT

and strom

Either the task is considered complete when he first strikes out at the living tree, or the General and his multi-tailed fox take mercy on the old stallions pitiful show, because even as he’s turning a white rimmed eye toward the adversary behind its reaching limbs are falling still, stopping their frenzied assault, frozen mid-swipe like a hollows eve yard prop. He breathes a sigh of relief, slowly lowering the injured right hind leg from its hovering position, gingerly touching toe to ground. It doesn’t hurt any more to stand on it than it does to hold it up, so whatever damage is done is superficial rather than mechanical, which is a good sign.

He grimaces at the mention of a healer, imagining yet another instance of the Songbird coming to clean up his mess, and immediately shakes his head. “No.” He rumbles, planting the leg firmly beneath himself and stepping forward with only the slightest signs of pain tightening the skin around his eyes and mouth. There’s an imbalance to his gait, but whether it’s a new imbalance or the same one he shambled in with is impossible to tell. He noses into the fabric tied around his neck, dropping the pointed metal caps from his mouth. “Can’t fix old age.” He hedges, but it’s unnecessary. The General is already turning his attention to the mare and to his own tree in turn, and he must like what he sees, for the next words out of his mouth are congratulations.

The pendent he produces for the mare is beautiful, swirling with a dark, foreboding magic that attracts the elders eyes and tilts his ears in its direction. He watches the item change hands, jealous and resentful of the ’without failure’ tacked onto the end of the Generals terms like a disqualification meant just for him. Well excuse the fuck out of me, he thinks bitterly, turning away from the pair to seek comfort elsewhere.

"Talk."
OOC // @Erebos Thank you for putting this on! It's been fun. :)

Go on and take your piece of me, Blood or bone,

No matter, I'll still be here when you're done.

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