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03-09-2014, 02:59 PM
The azure yonder is familiar, a blanket of comfort as the lightning maiden spies the darkness below; it's a sense of security she needs, for while she is no coward, it is unnerving to see the shadows seething and writhing with a life of their own. When she had been apprehended by the sight of the verdant, aged turtle and the moonlight white egg it guarded, she had been warned of the evil that lingered, even told that it was their quest to hunt it out and destroy the taints of the wraith-giving night; and yet, she had not expected it to be so... obvious? She wasn't really quite sure what she had been anticipating. Nevertheless, the Fireslayer's grand-daughter was resolute in her belief that she could do this- even if she were to be unsuccessful in acquiring the vulnerable egg, she would be doing something wonderful for the whole of Helovia itself. Pitch wings shift, and the slender woman begins to descend, mane drifting in the self-made breezes. It is with a healthy degree of wariness that she skims above the shapeshifting beasts to better examine them. At sight of birds and crabs alike disappearing into hungry black maws, her heart gives a squeeze of despair. It cannot be; her eyes are voltaic as she rises higher into the sapphire sky, still careful to keep an eye out below for impending attacks. The lightning maiden reminds herself she could not help the poor creatures or Helovia by being miserable and lacking in the brilliance of hope; she would need to be filled with the courage of her father, the passion of the storms painted on her bodice. Ebony lips press together in careful thought; electricity wells around the tips of her wings as her heartbeat quickens. Azulee is resolute. Despite the determination pounding through her blood and conviction in the depths of her young soul, she is careful to remain relaxed, keeping her breath regular and deep. Winter air stings at her eyes; it needles at her nostrils; there are daggers carved from ice piercing her lungs. It is not difficult to summon the creatures of spark- they spring into being at her whispered command, two aquiline birds, awaiting instruction and sparkling with the danger of a wildcat thunderstorm. Sparkling eyes watch them descend, their voltaic wings beating as they aim to furrow into the midst of the monsters; there is no guarantee her storm-creatures will destroy them, but what else can she do? Surely if she were to land, the shadow beasts would swallow her. It is on that note that she remembers, with a sad sort of smile, what she had told Ampere not long ago: We can't fight shadows! And yet, for the sake of the egg being her future companion, for the sake of helping Helovia, she had best try, and with a murmured prayer she watches them descend. i've got your wild-eyed ways. |
hard mode—HP: 65/65
physical force and magic is permitted to be used on Azulee at any time provided it does not involve powerplay (unless specified otherwise); please contact me before attempting to kill.
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