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[PRIVATE] You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs.

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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
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There was something in the bull's face when he struck Deimos at last. Joy perhaps, to have inflicted something upon this most irksome of unicorns, yet the feature did not suit the lines that graced his countenance. Sorrow was another possibility, given that he was forced to bruise his most precious of goods, stain his beautiful dancer. Maybe it was just the creases of ensuing death also painted there that blurred the true identity of what the bull felt, but either way he did not feel it much longer.

Where Deimos fell, his blood a red eye just blinking open, the inferno wrought bovine continued. He staggered, stumbled, crashed onto his right shoulder. His momentum carried him into the sand, spraying fine grains and glassy shards until the crushed shells and broken shards had piled so high that they threatened to consume the dark beast. Dark indeed.

His fire was snuffed out fully and finally, leaving his crumpled body as nothing other than dead coal left to turn cold and dissolve. His flesh, once alive and alight with power and flame was now nothing more than hardening rot, as full of dust and discoloration as any one else.

Where the blood was drawn on the dark lord's skin, crimson mixing with slate, fire with ash, a new found burn placed itself. As if the touch of horn to hide had been a transfer rather than a last stab from a desperate creature, the bull's fire seemed to have crawled into Deimos. Even the wound itself closed quickly, the flesh heated from the inside out. For a moment the inner blaze crawled like a massive worm, wriggling into all of Deimo's regions, riding on his veins and snaking through his arteries so that he burned in all places and exhaled with the glow of ascension. Then it faded, submerging deep within him, there to be summoned like his skeleton hand.

The ocean roared, applause for its fallen keeper. The waves crashed, foam spraying as wild as ever.
As for the red bull, he was nothing more than a monument of defeat.

Congratulations! Deimos has been awarded his active magic :D Please post to the Character Records Update thread to receive restrictions.

[Magic: Fire Blast | Capable of releasing blasts of fire on a specific target.]

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RE: You have to walk through time. A clock isn't time; it's just numbers and springs. - by Random Event - 01-02-2015, 02:04 AM

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