This is how babies are born

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[OPEN] This is how babies are born

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719

Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE

Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu

01-25-2015, 12:45 AM

WINDOW SEAT TO CHAOS OVERLOAD

She couldn't have flown faster if she wanted, but it still wasn't fast enough. Gradually, but surely, the massive harpy eagle vanished into the horizon. Ampere could only hope and pray that her static dragon could still make it in time.

It was not alone though, because in those first pivotal moments a pale shape had shot past Ampere, its smaller frame giving it the speed she craved. A dragon she thought in confused wonder, sparing a glance back at the vanishing island where the grounded horses grappled with clouds. One of theirs? she wondered, but she knew the answer. She couldn't help but want to know if the reptilian slave actually cared for the babe it chased (did she?), or if it was driven by the rampant emotions of its grief stricken bonded.

Does it matter? a part of her asked. It did, in a small way, but not now.
Now Macaria needed all of her attention.

By the time she passed over the familiar borders of her home, she was able to witness the dragon fending off the strange bird. It flew away, but before that, something fell. Ampere's heart lurched.

Her wings tucked to her sides and she dove, trying to intercept, but she was still too far. "Damnit, no!" she cried out. Like a snake her magic wound towards the falling filly, fueled by the force of her words, the passion in her heart. Gently the magic tugged the the electrical workings of Macraia, attempting to push her, just before she'd meet the ground, in the hopes that the opposing force might lessen the cruel greeting of the sand. If it worked, she might end up rolling, rather than splattering, but Ampere was not strong enough to fully shield her.

Not long after the Mother fo Companions landed among a spray of sand, coat shiny with sweat and stress. She shuffled closer to the filly, nosing her gently, willing her to be alive. "SIKEAX" Ampere screamed into the wind, hoping it wasn't too late.

@[Sikeax]