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04-21-2015, 09:49 PM
He gripped her in his talons, toes tangling in her mane and wings striving for balance against her neck. Still, he was enthralled, and emitted raucous calls of joy as they erupted into flight and dove headlong into the static storm. Rain tore against his elder body like bullets, their force accentuated with her speed. Each one was a tick against his time, but he yelled out at them all the same with reckless abandon. Such had been his youth, such would be his death.
The cloud responded to the perceived assault. It seemed to lower, as if too heavy to stay adrift in the heavenly meadows. It greedily engulfed them, wrapping them up in water vapor and hazy fluff. The torrential downpour relented as they spun into the thick of it, but something worse lurked here. Its presence was dark and oppressive, rolling through the thunderhead with another growl of impending mayhem.
"He will come. When he does, strike from behind. Bite his body and take him, then it will all be over." The owl spoke softly to her, perhaps barely even audible over the chaos of the wind, but he dare not lift his tones any higher. He didn't say who she ought to attack, but he knew she would know.
Loudly he praised her, feigning ignorance to his enemy's tactics. "Good!" he apllauded his steed, his ally, his spark striker. "It comes," he breathed a moment after, his grip releasing from her mane slightly. A heart beat. One more. Then, "ROLL TO YOUR RIGHT!" he hooted hastily, soggy wings flapping hard as he disengaged from her body. Lightning hissed just between them, perhaps hitting her, perhaps not. As for him, his tail sparked, and he coughed as he bounced on his feathers from cloud top to cloud bottom.
"Face ME, SKARK!" the owl called out brazenly, and those dark eyes amid the cloud seemed to narrow. Thunder bellowed, so loud it was deafening. Before the call had even finished another fork of lightning screamed out, and the owl twisted in midair, his talon clutching the static snake that tried to plunge its fangs into him. "NOW!" he screamed, his tones pained as he struggled with his grip of the quick viper in the sky.
@[Amaris]
The cloud responded to the perceived assault. It seemed to lower, as if too heavy to stay adrift in the heavenly meadows. It greedily engulfed them, wrapping them up in water vapor and hazy fluff. The torrential downpour relented as they spun into the thick of it, but something worse lurked here. Its presence was dark and oppressive, rolling through the thunderhead with another growl of impending mayhem.
"He will come. When he does, strike from behind. Bite his body and take him, then it will all be over." The owl spoke softly to her, perhaps barely even audible over the chaos of the wind, but he dare not lift his tones any higher. He didn't say who she ought to attack, but he knew she would know.
Loudly he praised her, feigning ignorance to his enemy's tactics. "Good!" he apllauded his steed, his ally, his spark striker. "It comes," he breathed a moment after, his grip releasing from her mane slightly. A heart beat. One more. Then, "ROLL TO YOUR RIGHT!" he hooted hastily, soggy wings flapping hard as he disengaged from her body. Lightning hissed just between them, perhaps hitting her, perhaps not. As for him, his tail sparked, and he coughed as he bounced on his feathers from cloud top to cloud bottom.
"Face ME, SKARK!" the owl called out brazenly, and those dark eyes amid the cloud seemed to narrow. Thunder bellowed, so loud it was deafening. Before the call had even finished another fork of lightning screamed out, and the owl twisted in midair, his talon clutching the static snake that tried to plunge its fangs into him. "NOW!" he screamed, his tones pained as he struggled with his grip of the quick viper in the sky.
@[Amaris]
