MORENTH

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Out of the corner of his vision Morenth could see the white flash of Ophelia as she skirted around to the Goddesses opposite side just as his hooves hit flesh, hard and fast. A small flash of a smile skipped over his lips at his own triumph, though it was short lived. It took him but a moment to realize that the tigress barely shifted under his weight, stumbling as if she could no longer hold herself up and instead of falling away from him, he noticed, in silent horror, the smile falling from his lips, that she moved towards him. Morenth felt his mouth open but whatever sound he was going to make, whatever it was he was about to say didn't make it past his throat. The momentum that drove his hooves into the tigress now worked against him, pushing him backwards, tipping him off balance so he landed on his side, flat on the ground as the tiger's body followed.

With a thwomp the air whooshed out of his lungs. Like an old tree cracking under the pressure of a storm, the tiger fell, straight onto him and onto the two others who were unfortunate enough to be attacking her the same time as him. There was a sickening crack that reverberated through his entire body and a constricting pain shot through his side. Morenth winced, not able to moan or cry out in pain for the air in his lungs was gone and refused to come back. Dirt and stone crushed against his opposite side but all he could focus on was the fact that he couldn't breath. No matter how he strived for it, the oxygen would not come. Not with the crushing weight of the tigress that pinned him uselessly to the ground.

He moaned or tried to, clenching his eyes shut as black dots began to appear over his vision. It felt like a life time before the weight was finally lifted and he became aware of voices all around him. The air rushed back to him and he greedily filled his lungs before realizing what a mistake that was. Piercing pain shot through his side and this time he did groan, clenching his teeth as he waited for it to pass. Cries of alarm, triumph and pain circulated the space around them. He became aware of a voice calling out, but it took him a moment before he opened his eyes. Each intake of breath was painful. He couldn't even imagine getting up, except he grew aware of a white face peering at him. She was muttering something, an apologetic expression made him frown. "I-I'm fine," he said, rolling onto his stomach in the hopes that it would ease whatever it was she was distressed about. Only the movement sent the sharp pains riveting through this body and he winced, trying on to groan. "I'll be fine." He muttered again, with a weary shake of his head.

notes: 
@Ophelia